This is going to be a great vacation!" she said.'Hmm... maybe I could learn enough Farsi to...' I thought and began to reconsider my options once agai....Kelly unlocked the door to the kitchen and walked into the house, with me trailing not far behind her.The first thing we both noticed were the unmistakably loud sounds coming from the living room... sounds of a man and a woman having very vocal, if not passionate, sex. As Kelly and I walked into the living room, I braced myself for what I was. ”So home I went. And not too slow either. And when I got in the house, I pulled out my phone. A flip phone.“Ah, Chuck? What the fuck is going on. A man is sitting on our deck reading a Playboy, and he’s got a bow on his head.”“Very observant. Happy birthday!”“Ah, exactly what have you given me?”“His name is John. He’s yours until Sunday if you want him.”“What do you mean, he’s mine until Sunday?”“Let me explain. John is willing to do anything for you. think of him as your servant. He will do. ” I nodded at her and she told me a plan. The gist was that I was supposed to fake food poisoning, and she would volunteer to look after me while everyone else went to the fireworks, thus giving us another few hours of total privacy. And it worked, I basically stayed in my room pretending to not feel well. May told everyone I was vomiting and had a fever, they left and a few minutes later May came into my room.She was wearing her silk robe, and nothing else. She was also carrying an old. Baker was hiding a pair of good sized melons."What are you doing here Jimmy?" I just live two streets over Ms. Baker, on Elm Street"We chit chatted for several minutes before she asked. "You're not looking for work are you Jimmy?" She explained how the yard work was getting ahead of her. She was willing to pay for some part time help.My classmates and I had attended Ms. Baker's husband's funeral just last summer. He had died in an automobile accident leaving the thirty year old school teacher.