Was I taking it too far now? He took his time replying to this one, which worried me; I didn’t want to have taken it the wrong way if he was still j...king, but my panic was over when I received his next message. “I may have to hold you to that babe, and to be honest I’m hoping you’re not still joking, it wouldn’t be fair to get me this excited ;)” he said. It appeared we’d both gone past the jokey side of this. This was all strange to me. Although the thought of this kind of thing had always. Thats the easiest way to put it. I often thought that since she was pretty lazy she was probably blowing Kevin to make sure she got hours. Most of the others were just normal teenagers. The only guy who kind of made me nervous, for no reason I could put my finger on, was a geeky guy named Rick. Whenever I was alone around him I just always felt like he was watching me, but could never catch him at it. He never said anything wrong to me, or grabbed me or anything, he just made me uneasy. He had. He couldn't be serious! So I stripped off my jeans, which were a little tight, and started digging through my clothes looking for a pair of pants that would be loose and comfortable. I'd never gotten into the baggy jeans look though, nobody around Squinosha had, and maybe that was just a city thing. Mostly all the kids I knew wore straight leg Levi's or corduroys sometimes, and the most comfortable pair of pants I owned had some serious rips in the knees.That was okay though, right? I mean, I. Not some cybereye enhancement that anyone could have implanted for like a couple thousand nuyen: this was a real camera, one that had to have film inserted in it. She only had 32 shots per roll, and each one had to be developed by hand by her, so each one had to count. She had to frame the subject, position them in the lens to get just the right composition; she had to set the exposure to make sure the subject would develop in the frame; she had to focus on the subject and their objective. In.