“You always horny, Keyaron.”Full first name. Nigga was pissed. Big time. Keyaron's mind was starting to go black with the frustration. He had to h...ve seen the hint for what it was that time. It was getting to the point of needing now, not just wanting it. Those cold, hard thoughts were sinking into his mind, more frigid than the temperature. They were hard thoughts. Criminal thoughts. He didn't feel that hardness against him any more, and some of the warmth was lost too.Keyaron moved closer,. I put them in the refrigerator to firm up.Mel entered packing the folded table. Sandy came in behind her with a large bag of sheets and blankets that Melinda uses to pad the table and absorb the oils and sweat. They disappeared up the stairs and I heard them talking and laughing. Then Sandy called down to ask if she had time to get a massage before dinner. I told her she had all the time she needed.For the next hour I heard some soft music and low voices from upstairs. I couldn't tell what was. In any case, we finished our meal and went back to work without me having looked at her report on Tracy."Sammy," she said, as we were pulling into the company parking lot."Yes?" I asked, wondering what was coming now."Did you mean it when you said I'm a hot little piece of tail?"I looked over at her, showing astonishment. "Of course I meant it." Do you think my mom would be a hot little piece of tail?"Now I was really astonished, but showing shock or embarrassment was not in the rules of the. That's what I'm called. Rhonda. Like the Beach Boys song. And clothes? Surely you can't be serious. These are clothes." She touched the fabric of her skirt and tugged her tee shirt forward. "You must know what clothes are." No. I've never seen things like that before. They must feel very strange on you." Eve smiled and knelt down next to Rhonda and stroked the soft cotton fabric of the dress by where Rhonda had just been masturbating."Are you shitting me? Is this some kind of weird nudist.