>>2318215I was dressed. We were all dressed; worse one off was this chick with a cute face and long, wavy hair; pretty brunette and the rack was not all that bad. It was all better on her because she still had a year or two to do some growing. Anyway, she was wearing very tight, white shorts and no underwear with a hell of a cameltoe.
“Stare more at it, why don’t you!” the gal noticed and turned away. She also had a nice ass. “They’re… more comfortable than they look.”
“I’m going back to bed,” said Cindy, doing exactly that. “Sam, you’re staying too, right? I don’t want to stay here on my own.”
“So Leslie, Lady and I can just to take a hike, right?” said the short, tomboy ginger. Leslie, so that was the name of cameltoe girl. I had to start taking notes not to raise nobody’s suspicions.
“You can take the hike. Leslie and Lady can stay if they want,” said Cindy, giggling. So we were friends or something. They all knew me; they all spoke like they did.
“How long have we known each other?” I asked, jumping out. Like Bill said, I had my old military duffle-bag at the food of my bed. It had been washed and had flower and heart stickers and whatnot. Girl clothing was inside. Bill said that he had taken clothes from some donors close to my size; they wouldn’t remember what I had had been theirs, either. I had to get dressed and check out on Janelle.
“Huh? Why you ask? It’s Saturday, right?” Leslie counted with her hands. “That’s…”
“Eleven days,” pipsqueak stole the answer. She was the teacher’s pet kind, I just knew it.
“Eleven days living in this cabin, huh?” I said, trying to ignore I was undressing in front of people I didn’t know, girls. No one corrected me. So they’d been brainwashed to think I had always been with them. “Do any of you know of a guy named Duke? Tall, muscular; nice jaw.”
