#310436 - Gorgeous is often not in the lobby in the afternoons, and my great idea is to find out where he might be. Him, clearly condescending: Do you know that you've got cement dust all over the back of your skirt? Me, blushing deeply: Uh, no! I uh didn't! Thank you for telling me! Him, victorious: No problem! In the midst of my humiliation, I have one of those rare mental flashes that I think of as inspired. What a humiliating sight I must be, my short skirt rolled up to my waist with my thong showing clearly through the semi-transparent tights, knees still wet, my mouth slack, lipstick completely gone, eye makeup smeared from crying, my cheeks beet red from the savage slaps.