The pool hours are posted and I have the key.Usually I get to check out a very nice variety of teenage girls and their sexy mothers. I love my job bec...use we have a fairly small water slide. Most of the girls loose their tops at least once letting me check out their tits. Of course wet bikini bottoms cling to firm asses like a second skin.However, what I like best is when a brother removes his sister’s bikini and throws it up on my deck. I pick it up and hand it back to the girl telling each. Your hands gripped the hiking stick as you took step after step, determinedly looking down as well, but when you noticed I had stopped, you looked up, saw me stopped, smiled and caught your breath. Beads of sweat that had formed on your brow rolled down your checks, and you casually wiped them off with the handkerchief you had picked up as a souvenir from the little general store in the town at the trailhead. The sunlight glinted off of your lower lip, as you lightly panted, before taking the. Oh, and good idea using Facebook to get auditioners.”“OK, Jeff ... see you tonight at rehearsal.”“See you then. Bye.”“That sounded promising,” said Carol. “I just thought of something Rann ... what if this reporter asks you if you have any brothers or sisters?”“Yes, Tawny ... I have a brother named John and sister named Nancy, who are doing their higher degree thing, at a out of state college.”Carol pursued this further, “Mr. Knight, my research shows you have a younger sister, named Carol.. It was too embarrassing for me to admit to being such a tomboy. Too hard to admit being afraid of being a girl, of not knowing what it was all about. But desperately wanting someone other than mother to help me sort things out. Someone I could trust. Someone like Jenny.Maybe, I wondered, if I dropped some subtle hints, would she figure out what I really wanted? The only question left was... how?"Jenny? Do you think boys would... uh... think I was... well... cute?" So much for subtle hints. I.