THE TWENTY YEAR OLD BOY
“Come and talk to us,” she asks, the sixth time he walks past and ogles her ass. He relaxes a little as Sarah asks him a few questions. His name is Jon he tells us, twenty-years old. He doesn’t live in this condo complex. He is here just to look at all the flesh on display. He has a swimming scholarship with one of the nearby colleges. “That explains your toned body, I like it,” Sarah tells him as she sets out to tease him. And me. “Are you here to look at females or males?” “Both,” he...