Stephanie smiled sweetly at me when she approached my desk."Hi, Juan," she said and leaned toward me. "This is shampoo." She giggled.I smiled and took...a few slow deep breaths fighting my desire of leaning over to smell more. Stephanie showed me her hand written extra credit program with a pencil in her hand. "Go ahead and laugh if you want," she said, and smiled slyly at me.I almost laughed, not at her program instructions, but at her action. I looked at her paper. Stephanie had pretty good. Like I said in other point of view, I'm really gorgeous, I have a killer body; I'm hot and tasty. I look like I have been designed for seduce, I look like a sex machine, and my painted hair and red nails are like an identification badge saying that I am a hooker, that I am always ready for sex.Well, I have to do something, I am not gay, and I won?t use the ?fucking talent? of this body. Maybe if I am her, she is me perhaps we had swapped bodies. Fuck!! Maybe she is acting like a girl in my. “Sure” I lead her in the direction of the van and she grabbed my hand to keep up as we ran across the busy street. As I opened the door and helped her in the passenger side of my mini-van I could tell she was a bit drunker than I thought. I know she still knew what she was doing and if anything she was just a little loosened up, feeling sexy, and missing the old days as a teenager hell raiser. As she climbed up in the seat she spread her legs and her skirt rose up exposing her white panties. Ednesday, January 25 to Friday, January 27, 2006The guard's shift changed at 6am again, just as tersely as the time before. Most importantly, with no mention that I wasn't to be fed breakfast. I crossed my fingers.The time for breakfast came and went. I moved around so he'd hear that I was awake, but I got no response. What was worse, I also got no breakfast.I gave it half an hour, then asked, "Excuse me, is there any breakfast or just a drink of water this morning?" No. No talking."#7: