But the skirt wasn't mini by any means. The hem rested a coupleof inches above my knee.There was a mirror in the dressing room, and when I looked into...it, Iwas once again amazed at how good I looked. "Are you ready, Sarah?" I heard Amy ask through the door. "Yeah," I replied and opened the door. I stepped outside to show her thedress. She eyed me, had me twirl around slowly, and fiddled withsomething on the back."Looks good," she eventually proclaimed. "Are you ready for makeup?"I nodded and. Not even a free meal ticket to the campus dining hall. It was a paltry amount when compared to other academic and living expenses I was burdened with. By then, I couldn't argue. I took it, and left, hoping I'd never have to deal with this again.2 -Months had gone by since that meeting, but I remained resilient and determined to stay in school here. I had taken numerous menial jobs in addition to a full course load just to pay for the basics, but still dreaded next semester's bill. Going. At twenty yards, I stood and fired and nothing happened. I had evidently spilled my priming coming down the hillside. I felt frightened and foolish, about fifty-fifty, and damn near pissed myself.I set my rifle down and stepped out to meet him, angry at myself and with my big blade in my hand, wishing I had time to fix it to a musket. He yelled something more that had a "damn" in it and slowed down but kept coming, jabbing out. His reach was four feet better than mine, and I never took my eyes. Then she moved up slighter and now her boobs were on my face. I slightly rubbed my face against them while my hand reached her waist. It seemed this position was difficult to hold for long as she sat back on sofa. She held my face, cupping with both her hands and brought close to her lips. I moved further and held her lower lip between my lips, sucking them. The same was done to her upper lip. By now she removed her hands from my face and now held my shoulder. She was on her knees over couch.