Her firm breast presses into my ear. I smell her spicy hot aroma mixed with the smell of my own hair.“You are so hot,” she says.My eyes scan the b...d, waiting. I don’t know how to respond.“Look at you,” she continues, “Your face is flushed.”Stunned, I feel my fat bottom lip lowering. I am perched, looking up from beneath my brows. The angle makes my eyes blink more. Sherrie’s bedframe digs into my rib cage where it rests.“Look at you,” Sherrie fumbles out from beneath the bunk bed frame, to her. “You what? Why?”“So I could see your face when you took the picture,” she said deliberately.“You planned to flash me?”Heather said nothing with her mouth, but her eyes... I stared down at the camera. Inside that black metal body was a picture of Heather on the beach, the sunset on her smiling face, her top pulled aside. The film knew Heather more intimately than I did, for now. No, that’s not true, I corrected myself. All the film had was an imprint of her flashing the camera with her left. ”That was a problem because Roger’s office has a toilet and a sink but no shower or tub. I asked him about that other door. Roger said it opens to the parking area. I opened it to the view of a bunch of overgrown bushes with a mostly empty parking area beyond.I solved our cleanliness problem with, “We can give each other sponge baths outside. It’s bright sun outside and with the roof overhang and with all those bushes no one can see us at the doorway.”I rinsed out a sponge and filled a bucket. I started teaching. They told me to write on the board 10 examples of past tense sentences and start writing from the bottom.Were these guys even interested in German? I started writing from the bottom. Again as I bent down I knew my waist would be exposed and my ass in the air. What I had not estimated was that the t-shirt was very short. My t-shirt rode up by almost 5 inches exposing a huge part of my waist and back.My ass, of course, was jiggling as I was writing. I could feel it even more.