The old man was Mr. Garibaldi that insisted I call him Luigi. He was a bit grizzled and stooped and my guess was that he was well into his sixties. I ...ouldn't imagine why he wanted to do hard work at his age but that was his business. Anyway, looking after my garden wasn't going to be extremely hard since the house came with all the engine operated machinery like mowers, tillers and hoes it even came with a motorized rake and weeder. I just needed someone to operate them.The girl was Gina. She. "Open it," he said in a soft, gentle tone unlike his normal voice of command.She blushed and cast her eyes downwards, but followed his instruction. Inside she found a silver, slightly egg-shaped object, perhaps an inch long and slightly smaller across with a thin dark stripe around the middle. She glanced up at him, her gratitude for the gift mixed with confusion about exactly what it was."You wear it, my dear," he said simply."Wear it, Sir?" Yes," he continued, smiling broadly, "you wear it.. I had gotten into this mess by not using my head ... I needed to get creative, and start acting like I knew what I was doing.It was after an hour had past when I heard the shriek.I paused for a beat. Then I leapt out of my chair and ran for the door. Another shriek pierced the house. It was coming from Sarah's bed room. I bounded down the stairs, taking them two at a time, and I practically kicked down the guest room door.Sarah was lying naked on her bed. She was flushed and writhing on top of. I was not an unpopular kid at school but at the same time I was also not one of the populars, so I also worried about what the turn out at my party would be. I had straight blonde hair and murky blue eyes which were usually covered by my big dorky glasses. I also had quite a few freckles and wore my hair in a ponytail most of the time, so I guess looking back I was actually a bit of a geek. I was not fat, but not slender either, and had quite large thighs so I guess you could have called me.