No sane girl would ever go out with a shrimp like him when she could have a shark like me." Mary smirked. "Oh, I think this survey might do the trick.... "Fine." Ham stuffed the survey in his pack, and squeezed through a gap that had opened when some of the girls apparently realized they were going to be late too.---Ham kicked open the door of his room gently, so that he wouldn't have to let go of his snack tray. A wrestler had to keep his strength up, after all. Especially during an epic session. As it goes, we men hung out in the kitchen to cook steaks and drink scotch while the women gabbed in the living room, some attending to their k**s that they’d brought. Through the course of the night, I caught two of my friends, Nate and John, staring at Sarah, particularly at times when she’d bend over to pick something up that had been knocked off the table by one of the k**s, and inadvertently exposing the contents of her shirt to them. I definitely understood it; she had a killer body—5’ 5”. Hollowed cheeks, gaunt frame spoke of iron control and wild helplessness, the faint taste of bile lingered at the back of her throat. Beauty was fickle, the slender frame now skeletal, ravaged by years of starvation and her skin sagged on her dejectedly, the lines that burrowed into her brow premature. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped beautifully, save for the cheap cloth and subtle imperfection, clung in silent witness to the. She’d never been naked outside, never even been completely naked with her boyfriends. The feeling almost drove her crazy, all those eyes on her like tongues. She stood, revealed, before her classmates and teachers and everyone on earth with an Internet connection. She wanted to do this so bad! Even if she didn’t get the work study she though she might never put clothes on again.“Alright, guys, get your tickets together, because I’m not sure if I can do this next one. Are your ready?”Everyone.