. ", knowing in the back ofher mind that it was probably the 'or something' that they'd want. "Wonderwhat the woman would want". She didn't really min... women but to be honest shepreferred men. Women were just part of the business that she had to put upwith. "Hopefully, it wouldn't be a bunch of fat balding old men", she thought. "Please!'.Nevertheless, true to her nature she put it out of her mind, not wanting todeal with the ugly realities that the business could entail. "Now whatdress should. " What have they been telling you?" Sharon asked as she moved closer to where I was sitting. I looked at Sharon with a new set of eyes as we sat there starting to talk about sex and intimacy between guys and girls."Oh, lots of stuff, Sharon, but I hate to repeat it in front of you," I said, hardling willing to talk about things I was really unsure about.Sharon pressed the point, "Tom, did the guys talk to you about having sex with some of the girls from school? I can tell you that I've heard. With that she released the waistband of his boxers with a snap, and that I thought was the end of our plan, but then a few of the girls who where holding his feet shouted, that’s not fair, we didn’t see anything, and the girls started chanting, off, off, off, then Caroline with a smile on her face move forward again, looked at me and said “shall I ?”, I smiled back which I guess she took as my agreement, then with a quick tug the boxers where off, and the girls holding his feet quickly. I watched her cut down a hanging quarter of beef once. It was like watching a high-speed knife fight.Padme was a baker and Chef's Assistant. She was a curvaceous Hindi. I could get lost in her eyes and her laugh was musical. She loved to go barefoot. Her love of playing guitar was a true bonus. She could make a dessert that would make you cry.Joan and Marjorie were from the Georgia coast and near Cincinnati, respectively. Joan was a little older, build like a farmer's wife with her blonde hair.