I looked at her chest, to see if there was a big round button that said "Trainee". There wasn't. All there were were two delightful breasts.She said "...an I help you?" again in this strained kind of voice.I looked back up at her face to realize that I had just gotten caught staring at her boobs. I sighed. I had quite possibly destroyed any chance I had of engaging the reasonably long-term assistance of a nice looking woman who probably knew everything in the world."Um ... ahh..." I stammered,. Not able to keep up with all of the athletics of our school, I don't even know if anyone's going to be there at the time or not. This thought plagues me all day. When I arrive, I find that there's no real way of "sneaking" into this forbidden area. It empties onto the gym floor, visible from any point in the room. Fortunately, the gym is empty. Still, I try to employ as much stealth as I can as I enter. I haven't been in a locker room in years, not since middle school when Gym was a. The Drama Department was hidden away in an older part of the school, brick buildings shaded by large trees. The department had originally been on the property of an old church that had burnt down. The church sold the land and remaining real estate and moved to somewhere more sensible. The school was smart enough to adapt rather than destroy, just for a change, and as a result the drama students had a facility with more character than you could reasonably expect. The prop room had been converted. Her sis Janey was only 13 months older, but the two of them couldn’t be different in appearances. Where JC was blonde, Janey was brunette, where JC was a 34C, Janey was 36D, etc… Janey was a bit more conservative and JC was sure her sister knew nothing of her exploits over the past few decades. Finding a bar right next to the condo on the strip, JC and Janey found a couple of bar stools open and ordered dinner there as well as gin and tonics as is their tradition together.JC and Janey caught.