His name is Jon he tells us, twenty-years old. He doesn’t live in this condo complex. He is here just to look at all the flesh on display. He has a ...wimming scholarship with one of the nearby colleges.“That explains your toned body, I like it,” Sarah tells him as she sets out to tease him. And me. “Are you here to look at females or males?”“Both,” he replies with a wan smile as he looks at both of our almost naked bodies.“We are both more than twice your age and we are exhibitionists. We lost. I always loved to watch Mani aunty work. She was really hard working and she had a small but strong body with beautiful shape.One day I was just watching her moving some objects in front of her house. Mani aunty was in her purple nighty …her black body was shining with her sweat. On her brownish pink lips I saw drops of sweat. … I was thirsty to drink those lips for months. Her cleavage was visible when he tried to pick a wood from ground.I saw her bra it was white. Her breast was not black it. This was really our main money maker, outside of the hat for donations. A couple of the girls knew how to do latigo, the art of making neckties, neckalces, bracelets and more out of strips of leather. We rented sort of a loft apartment from an old gentleman who liked being around younger people and got a kick out of our patent medicine show. He let us have the loft for little more than the increase in the utilities we cost him. One of the most attractive things to us was the free and easy. When I woke, it was late afternoon and I was hungry. I raided the mini-bar and found enough snacks there to provide a poor excuse for supper. I went back to sleep and slept the night through knowing I would feel better in the morning.I was right. I woke refreshed but hungry. I put on my shorts, blouse, and sneakers and, with my pistol and fanny pack made my way out of the room and the hotel. Stepping out, I listened carefully for any sounds of people with or without motors. It was quiet. I.