I'm visiting on college break and am drawing in my book and playing on my phone when you come in. You stare up my dress at my tiny thong that barely covers anything. You stay until I notice you and I ask you what you're doing. Mrs. Johnson and Katie are out, so that must mean we're all alone. I continue drawing and you keep staring until I confront you about it. I take off my thong and begin trying to get stuff out of you. Maybe you should give me money. Or rides. Or whatever I want. Especially if you don't want them to know about this.