" Ugh, men are disgusting, and they are the same everywhere. I am sohappy I never had to become one." Here is my plan."Lizette laid out the tactics an... the timing like a professional spy.She was a genius worthy of her father's legacy.A few minutes after Lizette left us, Guy made his rounds. Hebeckoned me to the window. I could not smell his putrescent pinkflesh but the spider web of wrinkles and tiny burst arteries bespokea lifetime of indolence, carbs and beer. "We will have a little. Don't wear any underpants. And get a marker and write Roberta's Toy across your chest, ok?"With that she sat up, opened her purse and handed me a dollar. "See you tomorrow, boywhore, and ring before you come in, okay?" she said with a naughty grin as I got out of the car.I glanced down at the bill in my hand. In the streetlight I could see it was not a dollar. It was a $50. Well that was more than babysitting was worth, so I guess I was her boywhore for hire.When I got to the Mills house the. I apologised again and I went back inside my house and found all the underwear I had and put them in the bin. Mrs Stevens through a garden party and my parents and me attended, I was having a few drinks and playing some fun drinking games, Mrs Stevens looked incredibly sexy, she had a what could of been tights or suspenders on, a leather skirt and a white blouse which showed her perfect cleavage. I noticed everyone glancing down her blouse at every opportunity. I was managing to have a flirt. Her knees were pulled up, ever so slightly, and her skirt had ridden up to her mid thigh. She faced away from me, but even still, I ducked down trying to make myself invisible to her in the window, might she look. My eyes looked over the top of my glasses as I strained to see up her skirt. It seemed to just keep getting shorter. Especially when she shifted.Without warning she rolled onto her back, and that short skirt had moved up enough that I was able to actually peek up there, between her.