.I should have just kept on though -- seen what he'd of done!! No..." She sighs. "I just gave him back his movie and apologized. He acts like it never...even happened!!! Lame..." More giggles...****Walking out of class particularly sleepy one day. There she is, my golden vixen. Next to the water fountain, her and a friend harass any boy that happens by. Indulging in some kind of practical joke... (My kind of girl!) Forwardly, she asks one, "Hi! Do you know where the clit is!?" He blushes, looking. I'd read of something like that in a magazine my parents got. A woman who landed the job as a receptionist at some nudist community interviewed in the nude, but her job kept her clothed, at least when at work.I wore a nice skirt and blouse for the interview—at least I didn't have to worry about the right kind of shoes!--and tried to hide my surprise when the screen cleared and the couple with all of their skin showing greeted me. I'd been prepared for everything but that.I don't remember much. I was too tired. I broke out supper from our packs. Tonight we’d be having beef stroganoff with mashed potatoes. Yum! The coffee I made to go with it tasted better!The women didn’t say much through the meal. I figured they were still pissed at me. Either that or they were trying to keep the meal down. I didn’t know which, and personally I didn’t care. I did talk to them once I’d finished eating and I was eating my desert; chocolate chip cookies.“I did a little reconnaissance while I was out. “A big guy like me should not be carrying food around in a crowded restaurant. I couldn’t move without bumping into people, chairs, or tables. I dropped more food than I delivered. That job didn’t even last a week,” Nestor said.Magus asked, “How did you feel about that?”“Bad, but I continued to look for work. I found another job after a while,” Nestor said.Magus said, “Good. What job did you get?”Nestor said, “I got a job as a parking lot attendant. I was really looking forward to it. I figured.