And I was pretty horny.This didn’t happen all the time. I was still in school but every now and then things just built up. And when I had gotten an ...yeful of that one particular crush on the track and then talked to another very cute boy on the way to work, things had definitely built up. And there I was, in an empty little clothing store, squirming behind the register, sneaking a finger over my chest or maybe outside my pants…Finally, I had enough. I went to a little closet off to the side and. After all, that’s what we were here for. We weren’t here for me to have these ridiculous fantasies about this beautiful young man. We worked all day, and we accomplished a lot, but there was this tension. I felt it at every turn. Andrew was tense. He seemed to be nervous. I had talked to him on the phone many times. He was always warm, sometimes flirtatious, but never tense and nervous. I thought that perhaps he had a personal problem that was interfering with his concentration. I am less. A naughty impulse swept common sense aside and I hiked the skirts of my dark grey sweater dress above my bare thong-pantied bum, backed up to the full-length mirror and snapped a quick picture with my iPhone. I texted the picture to Ryan with the caption,Hide and seek! Do you like my butt? If you find me in ten minutes I'll make you strut.Okay, Emily Dickinson I'm not. But seconds later my phone chimed and I read his response out loud:Bree, you're a bad, bad girl,I'll have that bum.Ready or. Pure madness. Me and the ladsthink this is supposed to be some sort of work-correctional facility, butnobody seems to be corrected before they die. It's all XY-sausages-only,too. Maybe there's laws somewhere against this sort of places beingmixed-sex, but my guess is that Boss doesn't want its humans to be toosquishy, save for the bare minimum 'recreational crew'. That's you."By that point I was sobbing, barely holding back wailing grief. Maybe Ididn't deserve 'mollycoddling', but I hadn't done.