Her face was sleek, intel- ligence in her soft brown eyes. "You got a nice set of jugs there, baby," I said softly. Her eyes widened and she tensed up...but said nothing. "You hear me, baby?" Still she said nothing, moving slightly further from him, until her shoulder touched the wall. "Nice legs too."I gripped her arm and twisted her around a little so her back was to me. "Nice round ass too." "Leave me alone!" she cried, jerking her arm away and backing into the corner of the elevator. Chris. "Hi," the man answered in a suspicious and slightly flustered manner, no doubt because he wondered if he'd been caught at snapping the photos that he had indeed taken."I'm happy with you taking photos of my wife, but I don't want myself in them if you're going to post them on the net or anything like that," Rob said cheerily.The guy immediately seemed to relax a bit, and Rob mentioned that his camera looked like it had a "decent sort of a zoom lens on it." x500," the guy said with a hint of. He rolled up just a couple minutes later and I hopped in.‘Girlfriend?’ He smiled.‘Not so sure yet…’He didn’t interview me anymore after that, he knew as I was a teenage boy I enjoyed my independent privacy, instead he asked about what new sports I was in to and what take out I wanted for dinner, he couldn’t cook for shit.We got Chinese on our way home, I tried as hard as I could not to text Courtney first and it paid off, she texted me saying, ‘How’s about a picture of your manhood for my night. " We have reached a point now in Martian history where there are many more jobs available than there are workers to fill them. Our war efforts have opened up positions in every conceivable field. We need police officers, dip-hoes, factory workers, agricultural workers, janitors, soldiers, miners. We need people to work in order to make this new reality we are forging continue on. In short, there is no reason why everyone who is capable of working should not be working. 'I can't get a job' was a.