All she could think about was the missed appointment with Professor Jorgensen. What on earth was she going to tell him--surely not that she'd been una...le to get herself out of bed at three in the afternoon. Sickness... perhaps the flu... that sounded believable and was almost true, for she'd certainly been stricken by some sort of weird virus. Absentmindedly reaching for her cigarettes, Jill lit one Band inhaled deeply. Immediately she began to tremble like a leaf as her memory suddenly came. Chris and Janet winked at each other, and then Chris spoke up to my right. "I think we should introduce ourselves better. I'm a legal secretary, married almost ten years this time around, no kids. Janet was my roommate in college. She was the one who held my hair when I came home puking after parties. She was the one who consoled me when my boyfriends broke up with me. Also consoled me after the one girl I had an affair with dropped me. Introduced me to my husband. My first husband was really. Without me. Now I was alone with her father. A nudist. Naked. I was so very thankful I had pulled on the shirt. It barely covered my naked crotch. I was leaving a little wet spot in the chair. I knew it. He was talking about something, and I was somewhat listening. Trying not to look at his body. I’m not a slut. I don’t usually hang out in the basement with men old enough to be my father. In fact, I’m actually a virgin. How I ended up in the basement wasn’t by choice. I was kinda stuck at their. "You just keep on working there."Kathy walked over to the tent and picked up her lightweight long sleeve shirt then disappeared behind the storage building. Sooner than he expected, Kathy returned with the shirt tied underneath her breasts and wearing her dry shorts. She carried her wet shirt and panties.The two friends finished packing up and Kathy followed Garrett as they drove back to town and stopped at his house. They spent a few minutes carrying things upstairs and putting them away, then.