.. that sounds like a post it note stuck on a computer screen in the bosses office while he was taking a long lunch...While they were out, the disk an...alyzed the outside air, the new inside vacuum, the necessity for the girls to breathe. Unconscious, breathing is controlled by specialized centers in the brainstem, which automatically regulate the rate and depth of breathing depending on the body's needs at any time.It is not possible for a healthy person to voluntarily stop breathing. Then I started asking about her boyfriend but she said that she was also single. Suddenly, the wind started blowing hard and she ran to close the window.While walking back towards, she felt something on the floor and when she bent to pick it up, I had a nice view of her cleavage. It drove me crazy. She told that she was feeling bored and she wanted to watch some movie on the laptop.She then turned on the laptop and we started watching, “Fifty Shades Freed”.After some time, an erotic scene came. Finally, I saw that they taught office and clerical work. I pointed at that page. “I actually have some experience at that, but not enough to get a job at it. But I think that’s something I could do.”So the next month, five of us would get into a van and with a bag lunch they would drive us to the WVOC. First, it was a month and a half on how to use a computer, and some I was remembering from when I worked with Rocco, or when Pete had his when we were together. I even had a few guys try to hit. I actually got caught daydreaming in my Trigonometry class."I'm in here, Mr. Dugan," snapped my teacher, Mr. Carter. He had caught me staring blankly out the window during his lesson. "Is there something out there that is more interesting than math?" Ah, no sir. Sorry," I stammered. I was embarrassed to be called out like that in front of the whole class. There were a few laughs and giggles at my expense from the rest of the class, but they weren't too hard on me. I think everyone tuned out Mr..