I love the shape of under garments, the colors, the sheen of the silk and satin, the lacy delicacy of the fabric, the sheerness of hosiery. It collect...ively attracted me and still does to this day. Even when walking through department stores while shopping, the under garments and lingerie departments were almost over whelming and attracting me...calling me. And why wouldn't they be? My t-shirts and underwear were white, dull and boring. I longed for more. Much more. And I would go to great. The main barn checked out perfect, everything take care of, horses fed, stalls cleaned and fresh hay. I walked across the staging area, where our gear and horses for rental rides are kept, and ventured into the second barn.The floors had not been swept and horse apples were laying everywhere, and the two stalls and horses were not cleaned, although they had been fed. Shaking my head getting angry, I started walking down the aisle when I smelled the aroma of marijuana drifting in the air.. Ok I thought to myself, fuck this place. I had saved up about $8,500 over the past few weeks. That was enough to hold me over until I found another job.The manager came out of his office smoking on a big cigar that looked like a smoking turd. "Ok ladies, let's get this place rocking."I watched his fat ass walking towards me. "Whats your problem" he asked meI smiled and looked at him in his blood shot eyes. "I think I need to move on from this place" What you saying, your quiting? " then he. "Eric shrugged expansively. "Sometimes you just gotta sweet-talk 'em," he said by way of explanation. I was of the opinion that Eric could get away with sweet-talking Juney, but I seriously doubted if any of the rest of us could have managed it.Juney returned with the pitcher, and leaned down over Eric's shoulder to set it on the table. She paused there, pressed just a little against him, and she glanced back at him, as if looking for his approval. He smiled at her, and she blushed again, and.