He was lucky if he had a size 5 on his foot. I had a size 11 on my foot. Being 6ft 4 and still in good shape. It helped me beat the long days and nigh...s of hard work. It was funny that Deputy Mueller always gave me orders looking up at me. He was lucky, he had allot of pull back at the prison. All the prisoners hated the guy, but they did what he told them. I kept my head down as I sliced my sickle through the high grass. It took about twenty minutes to clean out the big ditch. We moved left to. “Only the lips?”, I taunt, as we got into the elevator.So we made out for sometime in there (I had one hand on the stop button so we were alone between 2nd and 3rd floor) and people were staring at us when we came out.I said to her,”Want to go to Juhu beach, for a stroll?”. Her eyes lit up and she replied, “Sure why not? I love the sea side”. I had a plan forming in my mind already.We reached the beach in the very late evening so we had some ice cream and walked together on the beach, listening. I'm telling you this so you know exactly the kind of stuck up, privileged, piece of shit she is - it's not like she's got any excuse to be a bitch, like she's poor, or crippled, or that her daddy fucks her in her ass every night. She's just a natural bitch.So yeah, despite my busy schedule, and working together with some enterprising young guys in the area to scrape together a living, I still find time to start talking to her. Trust me, it wasn't easy getting from a 'nobody' to 'somebody' in. Her black, skull tee-shirt floated back down and forced itself upon her.The fabric extended and stretched to accommodate her larger breasts. Her jeans filled back out like the evening before and walked toward her. The button and zipper undid themselves while Vanessa began to float and rotate in the air until her jeans slid up her legs. They fastened themselves around her waist and then her socks floated up from the floor and rolled up her feet. Tennis shoes then walked out of her closet.