“Brad,” she said, her face somber and direct. “I don’t know quite how to say this ... I...” she trailed off, I suppose looking for the right...words. I sat silently, not offering any help or brooking any bullshit.“Last year,” she started, “the company switched insurance carriers in an effort to control costs. This new company believes more in preventative medicine than waiting for something to happen and then worrying about it. Towards that end, physicals are two dollars, drugs are like six. The first room off the entrance hall had been the music room a hundred years ago, but now held a large television. In front of it, on a massive couch, sat three naked men watching a basketball game. Lying across their laps on her back was an equally naked redhead. One man was massaging her feet, one her boobs, and the guy in the middle had one hand buried between her legs, the other hand absent-mindedly rubbing her clit. All four looked up and greeted me as I entered. "Hi guys," I said, "all. Then a pause.“They were eating me up with their eyes. It is making me a bit uncomfortable even though I like it a little. Also, they seemed a little dangerous. It is a bit unsettling."She was quiet again."You are so bad, Mom! But I will see. It's mostly uncomfortable still because I don't know how to react in front of the kids and the Turkish wives. They don't seem to like me," Sandra said gleefully.“But it is fun, being ogled. I had my white bikini on today, and it is a tad transparent. I even. Kristin flitted from one inane topic to another. I listened enough to comment appropriately. When we got to the end of the hall, where we would split up, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek."See you later, stud," she purred into my ear. Then giggling, she sauntered down the hallway, giving her hips an extra swing as she went. She caught up with some of her friends, and the trio whispered and giggled their way into the classroom."I hate you," Fuzz grunted, clearly in awe at my good.