I’m Nell, by the way.”I manage to say “Glenda” before a loud bell starts ringing. I watch women heading for the shower block. I intend skippin... the shower — after all, I’ve just had one. But Nell tells me I can’t, I’ll get in more trouble. That’s something I don’t need.I examine the things they’ve given me. They include a towel, bed linen, shampoo and soap. I hope it’s enough to get me through till my family starts sending money from my savings account. Walking to the showers with Nell, a girl. They tested and interviewed her thoroughly. Within a week, they found her a temporary job as a receptionist at a small law firm.Nina had developed into an attractive, five-foot seven-inch, dark haired beauty. She had an aura of self-confidence about her and took to the receptionist's job instantly. She handled calls deftly and was unfailingly polite, even when the party on the other end of the line was angry or distraught.The firm was so impressed with her that they offered her a permanent job. We were both guys, right? So for Kurt it was always "Feely". We'd make lame excuses to be together for the night, we'd lay our bags with zippers facing each other because we knew we were gonna play. We'd lay under the stars and talk about baseball or football and sip on some whiskey, both knowing what we really wanted. Eventually Kurt would say it. It was ALWAYS Kurt that said it. "Feely?"We slipped out of our clothes inside the bags, then unzipped the bags, threw the top to the side and gently. "I enjoy the small talk and that you're trying to schmooze and flatter me, but let's cut to the chase, do you wanna fuck me?" I asked.He seemed to be quite taken aback by my forwardness but then he put his hand on my thigh and said, "I like your style. I like your body and I'd like to lift up that tight little dress and fuck you." Then what the fuck are we still doing here?" I took two dollar bills out of my wallet before I snapped it shut. I slid the bills under my empty glass for the bar.