"I stepped in my outfit and pulled up the bottom and then put my armsthrough the straps. My small breasts were placed into the cups and then Icould se... what I looked like as I glanced in the bedroom door mirror. Itwas a bright pink and white one piece bathing suit! My god I was wearinga woman's one piece swim suit. Pink with white little flowers throughoutthe fabric. The elastic fit very snug around my ass and thighs and thestraps kept my breasts pushed up so I had some cleavage. I felt so. We attuned to the environment and small noises would seem to thunder through the night. We watched, as nothing happened, trying to find anything to activate our minds, just to prevent us from falling asleep.The oddest thing was if you focussed in on an object. The closer you watched it, the more you convinced yourself there was someone sneaking up on you. You had to look away and then look back. Then you could see a bush or rock had scared the crap out of you. We swapped tasks and I had the gun. In fact&hellip, I give a damn so much, that Im faking going to summer school. How does one do that? Well, not easily. The alarm rings as I roll over to shut it off. I struggle to get out of bed and hobble downstairs to the bathroom. I think to myself, washing my face, how completely pointless this whole act is going to be just to avoid 15 minutes of conflict with my father. I shower, brush my hair and teeth, and run back up the stairs to my bedroom. I rustle through my drawers pulling out. "After lunch, Zena and I had some projects to work on and a little after five, we migrated over to The Office. Once again the place was packed. SRO, standing room only, and probably over capacity for about an hour and a half. Zena and I sat with some people from legal and chatted about whatever came to mind.Around seven, the place began emptying and by seven forty-five, Shannon announced last call to a small group that was still at a group of tables. The person who was assuming the leadership.