Chloe was more curious than concerned, she went to a local electronics store and bought a security camera system, putting a camera out side her bedroo... window that looked out over the back yard. Chloe was beginning to think it was a waste of time and money after over a week and a half of seeing nothing out of the ordinary. On the twelfth night of having the cameras up Chloe got her first glimpse of the peeping tom. She kept an eye on her computer as she went on about her night as usual, doing. We told Jerome to meet us out front, headed there then drove to Big Joes, closed sign was on front door, but dad's car was parked in back of shop, I said she's getting her cunt shaved, Travis said your mom is such a cock slut, wish mine was like that, Jerome piper up saying wish I could fuck both your moms. Then we went by Desmondshouse, he was on front porch doing homework, we walked up, Travis said let me talk, said hey Desmond got a minute, we sat on porch Travis said straight to point, you. "I don't know, Angie," I equivocated. "Have her turn around."This was Angie's show even though Rose was the one on display. Angie always ran the show. I sometimes wondered what they did at night on sleepovers. Whether Angie ran the show then or not, too?Rose submissively turned around slowly. Rose was just that way around Angie, very submissive. And shy. This had to be Angie's deal, not Rose's.Pretty little Rose. So deferential. Like a flower waiting to be plucked. I wonder if Angie's beat me. The woman directly behind me keeps turning around to glare at them, but she's being completely ignored. There's a guy a few seats ahead of me who has his earphones turned up to a volume that would normally be very annoying in its own right, but in this situation it hardly even registers -- and even he seems to still be able to hear their shrieks. Indeed, everyone apart from the girls themselves seems to be suffering, but no-one is saying anything; everyone is probably waiting for someone else.