I could see stains at the bottom of the window, dried blotches with rivulets running down, frozen in time. I realized it was the remnants of semen fro... cum shot on the window. The smell was both repulsive and appealing, the scent of cocks and masturbation and years of dried sperm.“Jesus Christ!“ I exclaimed. “How long has this guy been doing this?“Both boys shushed me. “Keep your voice down,“ Will whispered. “This room isn’t soundproofed.“Before I could respond the locker room door opened.. It's awful," she confided. "Now down to bra and panties..." and she turned to remove the garments from the shipping boxes.Sandy stripped to her underclothes, and, growing bored waiting for Deb to unbox the uniform, stood on tiptoes feeling the leather backs of the legal tomes lining the upper shelf with her finger, reading the titles. She turned at Deb's slight gasp, to see the older woman staring at her, while holding the white uniform blouse with both hands bunched under her chin. Deb shook. They were more like friends than they had been in a long time. Whatever happened that night, she felt that only positive things could come from it."I'll put on my suit in the bathroom," Kurt said after he put his uniform in the closet."Kurt," Gloria said, smiling. "I'm your mother, darling. You don't have to be so modest around me. Now stay right here and change. I'll even change in front of you, all right?"Without waiting for her son's approval. Gloria pulled her dress over her head. She let. Quick thinking and reactions got Michael racing across and an outstretched arm catching his boss by the sleeve."Haha! Yeah, that's my man right here! Uh, Michael!" Zack said, bluffing to try and remain cool in front of the questioning female - a gorgeous French blonde if Michael remembered right - when Michael had pulled him back up. Literally having to look at the name-badge for his identity. "Best Resort Manager a guy could ask for!"A rapid promotion for the young American, and one of course.