“Where do you think you are? Some kind of brothel?”Khozem ran to the bathroom, and Rashida laughed.“It’s not funny,” yelled Khozem.“You ou...ht to lose some weight. Maybe go on a diet.”“You didn’t see much did you?” asked Khozem from the bathroom.“All of that manhood.”“You’re not supposed to know such things.”“Take a shower quick. You’ve worn out your welcome.”She heard the shower. She hoped Khozem would regain his senses and return to the university.“Can you hand me my clothes, please. Not that. Catharine thought about getting one of the other strippers, Lydia, a known bisexual, to go in one of the spare rooms in the back of the building and have sex with her. She got up from her dressing table, and walked over to where the sexy young brunette was sitting and almost asked her to go in back but Catharine held off. Before she knew it, time for her second show arrived and Catharine quickly changed into her dance costume for her second act.This time Catharine was even more formally dressed. I knocked on the door. She opened it and said "Can I help you?", I said "Is Karen home?", she told me I had the wrong apartment. I then made up some story how I live in the area and planned a beach date with this fake girl. Then I asked her if I could use her bathroom, and suprisingly, she let me in. I struck up a conversation with her, which from the length of it told me she doesn't get out much. All the while she moved about the apartment moving items, unknowingly giving me several clear. I then saw my Grandmother glance at my Grandfather, who just shrugged and muttered something under his breath."So, what do you think?" I then asked eagerly.Neither my grandparents really wanted to talk about it after I asked that question, so I left it there, and headed back to college.But a couple of days later my Grandmother suddenly called me, and after much talking about nothing important, finally brought up the subject about the porn thing again, and then said "Okay, we've been talking it.