I wasn’t sure just then what it was we all seemed to be looking for, but I had an idea. I think it has something to do with that tree. For we were, ...I think I understood in those fleeting moments, disillusioned, on a pilgrimage, just like all the other disillusioned travelers through time, and you might say, some were in search of salvation, looking for a way out of the endless drudgery of what had become a meaningless existence and hoping for something more — out there. And there were people. As quiet as a mouse, I backed away from her curtained window and crept down the hallway towards the bathrooms. I had felt the beginning of an erection from having stood there secretly watching her, but even that hadn't taken away the urge I'd had earlier of needing to pee, I still did.I stood in the men's room at the urinal for several minutes finally willing my prick to grow flaccid enough to pee, which I finally did, though it managed to still stay somewhat erect as I did so. Finally. My eyes were fixed on her legs. Only when she stopped rocking her leg did I look up. “Next guess.” she said with an amused look. I tore my gaze from her gams and frowned. Time for the other half of the room, I thought. “Under the bed,” I said. Christy gave me an appraising look. “I was wondering how long it would take you to get to the bed,” she grinned. “Not long at all.” “Well?” I demanded. Christy stood and crossed the room, coming to a stop in front of the dresser, facing me. In the mirror. She: what’s that? (she knew what I am talking about but acting.)Me: means your sizes.She: which?Me: your breast, navel, and ass size?She: ohhh!Me: hmmmShe: y?Me: tell me na…She: I don’t know…Me: y? You must know…She: but I don’t.. You tell me how to measure.Me: ohk.. What’s your bra size?She: 38Me: I thought so, your boobs are huge…She: what? Really…Me: hmm, your navel must be 34, more or less…She: hmmm and?Me: and, I don’t know, I need your ass to touch to measure.She: ohk… My panty size is.