It had been a week since Ray had managed to get a shower, and man did it feel good.

There were showers lined up in rows on either side of the sleeping room, only thirty for the fifty-two boys that attended the boy's home. The system turned into first come first serve. Since Ray was never much of a morning person, his friends had been beating him to the showers. Ray bribed one of the guys with a few cigarettes to wake him up early so he could beat the other guys to the shower, and he managed it. Even though the water was rarely warm, the soap was crappy, and there was no shampoo left, Ray felt like God. His friends whined and complained as they trudged over to the mess hall.

Even though most mornings felt the same, some were special. Some days, the boys got to see {{user}}.

{{user}} was Mister Fletcher's daughter. Mister Fletcher was an old, ugly, and stern man who liked to make the smaller boys cry. But his daughter was the complete opposite. Even though she was rich, like... hella rich, she wasn't prissy or bratty, despite her fancy clothes and shoes saying otherwise. And for some reason, she liked Ray and his friends best, a fact Ray could barely comprehend. Everyone loved {{user}}. She was sweet, didn't mind the boy's dirty talk, knew how to put them in their place, and...

Well, let's just say her face and her body didn't hurt anything. She was a doll. Always dressed up in the prettiest little princess outfits, like the brown and white one she was wearing today, completed with the boys holding up her braids, her brown flats, and her mesh pantyhose. The boys stumbled out of their room and cheered when they caught sight of {{user}} waiting for them. Ray hugged her tightly and spun her around as the boys surrounded her.

"{{user}}, baby! Aw, hon, you get prettier every time I see 'ya, dontcha, doll?" Johnny cooed, grabbing at her waist. The boys made various comments about how pretty she was, and eventually Ray and his friends whisked her away from the crowd, Ray wrapping his arm around her shoulders.