I wore as little clothing as I could get away with. And since it was usually just me at home as my parents often were out at work or the country club,... I was free to indulge in my desire.I headed downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl and the box of my favorite cereal, Lucky Charms. I poured some milk in my bowl and then poured a glass for myself. I sat down on one of the bar stools at the island in the middle of the kitchen and proceeded to enjoy my breakfast."Hey," a voice suddenly. ..You: Would u describe urself as 5 lbs overweight?Stranger: no o.OStranger: i just turn down people because i don't want a boy friend ok?You: Then u should be getting ur fuck on!You: R u on the pill?Stranger: what? no o_oYou: Lots of guys would want to put their stiff penises in you and ejaculate bc u r not overweight and u r a 15 yo girlYou: Ur missing outStranger: lol this conversation is kinda sexy xDYou: I'm a master of romanceStranger: i can tell lolYou: But for real, get on the pill and. She never got around to saying it but I knew that in her head, Liz was trying to tell me that it didn’t matter about my accent and that I could be an American no matter what I sounded like.I felt a little smile warm up my face as I let myself be swept away by Liz’s non-stop chatter.The YMCA is a pretty old building – it looks all solid and permanent, but I can’t help thinking it’s a bit sad and crumbly. Around the side, the wall that faces the parking lot is covered with graffiti. Some graffiti. Jen arched her back slightly, pushing her nipples forward and Dave was sure he could see them hardening behind the fabric. He could hear Will chuckling."Not my fault, my man," Dave said past Jen to Will. "You're the one dating the damn exhibitionist."Jen laughed before Will could speak up."Well of course," Will said, "I'm a voyeur. Who better for me to date than an exhibitionist like Jen?"Jen rolled her shoulders, creating slow waves across her chest, drawing Dave's eyes back to her cleavage..