Her mobile was the punctuation of our meeting. She never apologised for answering it, just shrugged and smiled and swore at the caller. When we left e...ach other I had no idea if I’d got the job or bored her witless. Her email: Eliza If you want the job it’s yours, subject to two conditions. The first is that you never ever wear that dreadful grey skirt again. The second is that if ever you feel things aren’t working you tell me. I am absolutely hopeless at any sort of empathy and I will bully. I ran into the house got undressed and did a quick internal cleaning and hoped it would be enough. I pulled on my nylon shorts, which he enjoyed so much the other day, a t-shirt and sneakers and headed outside. Paul was still raking away and I grabbed a trash can and started picking up some of the piles of leaves making sure that my ass was pointed in his direction every time. I even got down on my hands and knees to get the last remnants of each pile while making sure to push my ass out as. I looked over at her and she looked at me and we both burst out laughing. The tension was broken and our normal banter began. The rest of the drive to the campground was filled with jokes and fun.Pulling into the campground, we drove over to her favorite spot. It was one of those sites where you park in one location and carry your gear back to the site, itself. This gives the camper the added benefit of being even further removed from what little traffic there is in the campground. We started. "My name is Jarrod.... I believe I have not seen you in here before." I am Ana; this is my first time in here”. I stopped, because for the first time in my life, I really did not know what to say to a younger boy…Then Jarrod took the initiative talking, as he realized that I was acting like I was nervous; but the more he talked, the more I started feeling at ease with him and, even though he was probably the youngest black man I had ever met, he put me at ease with his smile and jokes."So what.