You're going to have to beat the boys off with a stick."As I walked past the fan, the cool air wafted up under the short skirt,giving me goose bumps. ...nd I loved the feeling of its caress over mybare legs.When I looked into the mirror I was captivated by the creature staringback at me. I didn't even notice her standing behind me until she spokeand touched me."See, I told you so," she began. "When did you stuff your bra? We don'thave much toilet paper. Come in my room and I'll get you. Finally, the day before my 23rd birthday, Jack sent me a text message saying " tomorrow will be a great day, I'm sure you will enjoy your birthday gift." When he came home that night I asked him about the text message and he just smiled and told me to be patient. The next morning when I woke up, I saw a flower on the dining room table with a little note saying: "dress very sexy tonight, I will pick you up at 6, Jack."I didn't know what to expect and I was excited, too, because I could feel that. One week it just happened that I pulled in just as the guy in the car I'd noticed was pulling in, so I commented to him about us being from the same city and we began talking about how much of a pain in the ass it was coming so far just to buy a movie. It was kind of funny when he asked if I was old enough to buy movies like that, and he laughed when I said yes and told him I was almost nineteen; he replied he had underwear older than that.We continued to talk while we looked around at the. "Benzine," he said. "I'll get you some." Leave it to you," said the Brunette, walking past her friend and into the washroom. "You might as well throw this blouse away," she added from inside."Boy, am I dumb," said the Redhead.The Printer returned to her, a can of benzine in one hand, a clean rag in the other. He doused the rag with liquid, extended it to the Redhead, who didn't take It. She stood in place, smiling pleasantly, extending her chest as if she expected the Printer to clean her.