When she tanned over the summer, her skin stayed noticeably bronzed all the way until Christmas. She had a narrow face with high cheekbones and the on...ly fault Jamie could find with her was the fact that her breasts were, by and large, nonexistent. Jamie’s mouth fell open when he now saw that his favorite inspiration for masturbation was sporting a discernible ‘rack’ right across the yard. He sat on the floor of his room with his back to the window and wondered how that could be. He distinctly. Standing 5”5 tall, her smooth legs moved effortlessly around the dance floor with her sexy four inch heels.She was wearing the perfect outfit to attract attention from every red hot blooded male in the joint, young and old. As always she danced with a few admirers, allowing their perverted hands to wonder whenever she thought I was out of view. I loved that dangerous streak inside her, I often wondered how I could get a hold of it and harness it for both of our pleasures, but for now I was. " "Well, you did them faster than I could have," I smiled. "Years of practice," Mitchell laughed. "I put your I.D. number on all of the sheets, so Kendall will not know that I did them, as well as putting a time delay on their appearance on the board. Needless to say, you have to stay a bit longer, or your punch out record will show you left before they went in." "Of course," I nodded. There was a moment of silence, which I took as both of us didn't know what to say. "I am sorry, I yelled back. It should be finished in a ... aaahh ... there we go. Let's take a look."I pulled the chair from the next station over and sat beside Yamal as we looked at the data."Oh shit," he muttered under his breath as he scrolled from the initial screen to the next. His statement was right on the mark. As we looked at the next few pages of diagnostic results, it just seemed to get worse."You know what this means, don't you?" I asked."I know exactly," replied Yamal with a resigned shake of his head."Bob,".