As much as the job sucks, at least you've got some cool people doing it with you. On your team, there's the eccentric Eric, a 45 year old dude that is...an absolute wizard with spreadsheets (great for an auditing firm!). He pretty much keeps to himself, although you may hear him singing along to whatever song is blasting through his headphones at any given second.Sitting in front of you is Jasmine, a small Indian woman in her late 30's. While she is an absolute sweetheart, she constantly bothers. "Like this," I say, pulling my sweatshirt over my head and revealing the same bikini top I was wearing yesterday. "You're going to come up here every day after school, until you can be around me in my bikini and not stutter," I announce proudly as I pull my jeans down and kick them off."Aunt S-S-Sara!" Jeremy stutters. "I c-c-can't!" He moves his hand under the table, obviously adjusting himself."Yes you c-c-can!" I laugh, mimicking him and hoping he doesn't take offense. He doesn't. "Your. Apparently there is a ruined village, Kastronissia, that dates backthousands of years and was finally abandoned following the Germanoccupation in the second world war. After the island was liberated anearthquake caused extensive damage and the local's never returned" he saidtrying to pique her interest."Sounds good to me Bro and, oh by the way, you don't have to worry aboutescorting me tonight. I met a local boy, Marius, down at the beach and hewill be taking me. It seems like the locals here. As Karen and I walked to the patio in our swimsuits under our cover-ups, I noted her shapely muscular thighs. My thoughts were becoming less than those of a good uncle. When we got to the hot tub on the patio, Karen removed her cover-up and turned around with her back toward me.“Karen, when did you get a thong bikini?”“I bought it last week, Uncle Ronnie. Please don’t tell Mom. Do you like it?”I just knew that my erection was starting to show under my cover-up. “Shit on it,” I thought. I.