The two of them didn't always see eye to eye, butthere was no one Jen trusted more."Who's responsible for this crime against music?" Jen waved at the ...air."Oh, don't ask. Prick's got a new album out, higher ups insisted we playit to encourage interest." Encourage defenestration more like."When the song mercifully finished, Simone changed the CD. "I've gotsomething you might like though."She put on an album by an artist Jen hadn't heard of called PerfumeGenius."Oh how wonderfully depressing, I. What I didn’t think about was by this time she had undone my shorts which were starting to fall down revelling my really hard and wet cock. She started to smile and said we should go onto the lawn and pulled up her t-shirt and black bra to revel a fantastic pair of tits with a lovely pink halo and really hard little nipples, she pulled her t-shirt back down but left her bra rolled up under. “Ken” she said “you married the wrong sister you know, right from the first day I ever saw you I knew. By her face I could make out she was not a prostitute but not innocent either. I thought I can have some fun and I gave her a look and handed 50 rupees. No one gives 50 rupees to a beggar without any reason. She took it went to the corer and gave me a stare. I somehow gained courage to go and talk to her. I went there and she asked “why did you give me 50 rupees?” I just didn’t know how to tell so I stared at her breasts. I think she understood that I was to ask her for sex so she told “500. "Anytime you want to try teaching me," I told his back. His friends slunk out after him."Problem, Tony?" Miss Calloway asked when I walked back over to where she and Tami were talking to Gary, the gymnastics club coach."They just wanted to watch little girls in tight leotards," I said."And you don't?" Miss Calloway accused, laughingly.I grinned. "There's a difference." I hope. Damn, hoist by my own petard. What is a petard anyway? And why would anyone want to hoist me by it?"There sure is,".