“We can dry-clean. It’s okay. Your food explode?”“Yeah! I cut into it and BLAM! Look at me. I look like Annabel Chong!”“Who?”“Yeah, ne...er mind. Can I get another towel?”“I bring you towel. First let me help you out of the jacket. Why you even wear a jacket inside?”“Standards, dear. Standards which must be maintained. Especially here. Oh, this is ruined. I look like Kim Kardashian after an audition, it’s really...”I lost Amina with that joke. She let out some sort of yelp and sank to her knees.. Her slim body and small, pert breasts exposed in scandalous fashion and the top of her dress hanging freely from her waist. Her skin was flush and displayed thin red marks where the brutish hands of Oscar had been groping the delicate, forbidden flesh of his mistress. She had arched her back, presenting her behind as an animal seeking to mate would do, and her mouth was slightly agape in the rapture of lust as the large, muscular black man knelt behind her. Oscar's rough, callused hands were up. She looked down and with both hands grabbed them. They do done they. I nodded, I reached out again this time pressing her boobs, big softies you have I joked. She just laughed. The topic of conversation changed, I wonder how many couples have had it off in here she joked, er I hope not were sitting in the water we laughed. Maybe she was feeling horny and thinking of the idea. I laughed and said trust you to think that and splashed a bit of water at her, oi she said and she splashed some back,. When she asked her mom about the silly business, all she said was,“You just listen to the teachers, young lady; they know all the whys and the wherefores.”It rankled her that girls had to be the ones that had to get such things done to them and that they didn’t have any say about doing stuff to the boys. It just didn’t seem fair, but she kept her mouth shut because she had enough problems of her own with adding to them with her big mouth.Still, Mister Anderson was just a man like all the others.