At first he didn't see us laying there. He walked over to the electric meter to take his reading. I looked over at Sarah, she had an evil grin on her ...ace. She turned to me and whispered in my ear, "Lets give this guy a show, it'll be fun." We then dropped our towels, exposing our tits. I couldn't believe what I was doing, it felt so naughty. When he saw us, he hid in the bushes, thinking we didn't see him. As I was laying there I was thinking about the story Sarah told me about her with that. Blame that on Fatouma, a Somali lady I met a few years back. We became friends, and even flirted some, though not much came of it. I’m of Haitian descent, and a Catholic, those factors make meeting Somali women kind of hard since they’re pretty much all Muslim and tend to stick with guys from their faith and culture. Oh, well, a guy can dream, can’t he? I kept reading my book, and from time to time, I checked out the Somali MILF. I’m twenty seven years old, you’d think I’d stop using frat guy. After they had spent the day and evening we spent hours cleaning up and then we all went to our own bedrooms. I was the last to go up to my room because I was helping Mrs. Drake by locking up and making sure everything was taken care of downstairs and upstairs.I was walking down the upstairs hallway, checking things out. It was carpeted so no one could hear me. I was going towards my room at the end of the hall. As I passed Geena's room I heard what could only be muffled crying. She and Frida. Two days later, they left for St. Louis and Benny and I left for school. That evening I thought I'd play the good little homemaker and cook a nice dinner for us. I grilled some salmon steaks and made rice pilaf and a nice salad. Benny's response? "I think I'll just have some cereal."Well, I lost it. "Look here, you little shit! If you think I'm going to put up with your asinine, infantile behavior for the next five days, you are sadly mistaken! From now on I'd appreciate it if you would do your.