She was a couple years older than me and very pretty. She only worked nights so I didn't see her as much as the others. One day we were outside smokin... on break and she asked me how I liked working there. "Um..I guess it's ok," I said quietly, not sure if my boss was still around.She laughed. "Yeah, that sounded convincing," she said sarcastically. "It's ok. Don't let anyone here intimidate you, they are all drunks and whores anyways."I just laughed nervously. "I'm going out dancing at one of. Anyway, how long have had that particular name Emanuel? More importantly, did you do anything to earn it?”Emanuel paused in thought for a moment, then responded. “A friend of mine on the team started it about two years ago. He meant it as an innocent jest at the time – the closest I’d come to sex of any type was making out. Following my first two exes though, it quickly spread outside of the team. The Program hasn’t done anything to cool its use either – if anything, my actions may have finally. .. ‘cognitive dissonance,’ right? That seems to fit here. Barbara Jean on one level thinks that what we do is fun and cool, even hip or whatever ... but on the other hand, she’s worried that she’ll go to Hell when she dies because of it. She knows that Jesus wouldn’t approve of it. Both beliefs go on inside her head, which would be more impressive if it didn’t already have plenty of empty space to hold them,” Reba wise-cracked at the end of an otherwise serious answer.“Mom, when did you get so. All I had with me was a towel, and my attire of a shirt and blue swim trunks. Approaching the house, even from down the street, I could hear shouting and splashing. I could only imagine there were many people having pool parties and barbeques on this holiday. Things only got louder as I approached the house, as I found the side gate open and made my way to the back. I quickly realized that all of the noises I had been hearing were coming from this backyard. My eyes nearly bugged out when I.