After all, avoiding a tan during a summer heat, on an open field no less, is impossible. And if his threat of field work holds true, you may finally k...ow what being muscular is like. If everything goes according to his plans, the current scrawny you would be completely unrecognisable upon returning.Such an idea still sounds frustrating. You're determined not to let him dictate your vacation.Nevertheless, while this treatment was commonplace, the actual bizarre thing happened as you stepped out. "Yo, kid, we had forty-five minutes- I promise we can do more, because, ah, I think I'm bisexual-" I poked him in the kidney a little- "but I need to get dressed up. Also, isn't this kinda disrespectful to Juarito?"Tom looked at me and laughed. "You do not know Juarito. But yeah, okay, let's find you something and get you made up."We opened Juarito's closet. Part of one side was white shirts and khakis and stuff, normal guy clothes, but the other part of that side, and the whole other side of. Books and magazines set in the opposite. Gloria and Belle opted for a shower before taking Pastor George up on his offer of relaxing with the other homeless.Gloria found a private room off the main sleeping area. She asked Pastor George if it was okay to use the room and with permission granted, she quickly retrieved her cart. She closed the door behind her after pulling the cart into the room. It only consisted of a table, chair and sofa, but Gloria was happy to have even just a small bit of. Not as obviously death as a double barreled shotgun might have, but death none the less. True death.The man still hadn’t spoken. He giggled, hysterically, though. That is not a good sign, Clipper thought. Clipper slowly moved, trying to shield Girl with his body. The man did not like that. Rage flooded his face, and he shook the gun with his bony hands and leaned forward like he was fixing to absorb some recoil from the weapon. Oh shit, thought Clipper. Is that going to be my final thought? Oh.