Pedo tales pt2 As the children finish setting the table, I hear a knock on the front door. After setting the stove to simmer, I wash my hands and approach the door. Before I can reach it, it swings open and I'm greeted by Mary, her daughter Nanya, and Liz, my wife's classmates and best friends. They enter, Mary leading the way loudly with a dramatic flourish. "Uncle Shane!" she shouts as she opens her arms for a hug. I embrace her like she's got leprosy, keeping my body as far away as I can while still appearing polite. "I hope it's okay that I brought Nanya. Her Grandma couldn't watch her, and her dads fucking wasted again. She's taken a bath already, but still needs to brush." Out of all the little girls I occasionally have the pleasure to supervise, Nanya is by far the cutest. She much resembles her mother, both are very slim, with plump backsides which they both enjoy flaunting. Mary's chest is relatively flat, which doesn't stop her from trying to show it off. Her style and fashion is that of a harlot, wearing as little as possible whenever the opportunity presents itself, and it sometimes seems to have rubbed off on her daughter. On this night of revelry, Mary's wearing a skin tight black dress that barely covers her cooch and four inch hooker heels. Nanya's hair is a dirty blond color that coils down to her shoulders. Her skin is dark, from a life on the beach and her eyes have a slight slant to them giving her an exotic, almost Asian look. After giving me a hug, Nanya runs up to the other little girls screaming in delight, giving them both hugs as they start talking to each other feverishly. I can't even make out one word from the next as they laugh and catch up on the goings-on of the past few months they've been apart. "Ah, it's alright." I sigh, "I got Davey's girls too. He's got something going on this weekend with his old lady, so it's no problem taking one more. They mostly entertain each other anyways." Inwardly, I'm jumping for joy at this delightful outcome, while I try to give the impression that I've been imposed upon. After what happened earlier in the day with Deedee and Leila, who knows what tonights outcome will be. It takes only a few minutes for Denny to finish getting ready with the final touches on her make-up with the help of her friends. They give the kids kisses with warnings to behave "or else". The children and I are all sitting around the dining room table getting ready to say grace, when Joey's grandpa comes to pick him up. I answer the door and hand him a 20 for food and whatever else they decide to do for the night. I explain to Joey that his grandparents have come by special to pick him up and I'm sure they have some exciting things planned for the night, which they assure him they do. He leaves, albeit reluctantly, saying goodnight to his cousins with some promises for play tomorrow. The girls finish eating quickly and I send them into the living room to watch t.v. as I clean up the kitchen. After the counters are sparkling, I decide to jump into the shower to wash off the stink of the day. I hear the T.v. blaring as I walk towards the parlor to check on the girls. I peek around the corner and find them creating a dance routine one would find in a stripper club, with Leila instructing Nanya, and Deidre only half participating. I get an eyeful of swaying hips and come hither motions as they spin and gyrate in an entrancing cycle of movements, mimicking the music video that plays on the tube. Just as the girls bend over at the waist, pushing out their rumps, and pushing their shoulders back while they toss their hair, and look behind, Deedee sees me spying and yells "Hey! You're not supposed to be watching!" and they stop immediately, rushing towards me and ushering me out of the living room with giggles and heavily flushed cheeks. "Alright, alright." I complain. "I won't watch. I gotta take a shower anyway." "Fine, fine." Says Leila, as they push, pull, and prod me into the bathroom. "Be a good boy and take a shower. You stink." She adds, with all the confidence and command of an empress as she wrinkles her nose. "WHAT?" I ask incredulously and give her a poke in the ribs. She giggles happily as they close the door on their way out. Recently, I've developed a habit of clean shaving my face in the evening before I shower, and tonight is no exception. After a solid scrubbing in steamy hot water to remove the days grime, I turn the faucet to cold and let it rinse over me before quickly shutting off the valve. I fling open the curtain to find some clothes laid out for me on the counter and a fresh towel right next. Feeling excitement, and more than a little worry at what the minxes have planned, I dry off and dress hurriedly. Oddly enough, there's no boxers, no briefs, no shirt or anything. The only "clothes" they deemed necessary are a baggy pair of sweatpants, no better than the airy shorts i had on earlier. Thin and washed out, they are a very poor barrier between my junk and the outside world. I exit the bathroom to find the house completely dark except for the light I left on in the bathroom and the display on the radio as it softly plays a popular hip-hop song. Leila stands alone in the living room wrapped in one of Denny's bathrobes. She directs me to sit in the center of the couch, and as I sit warily, she approaches me seriously, with a hopeful look in her eyes. "Have you thought about what I asked you earlier?" she asks eagerly as she lays her tiny hands on my knees. "YES. I HAVE thought about what you asked EARLIER." I reply with all the sass I can muster while my heart pounds in my chest. "And?" she drawls. "And," I drawl right back, "I've decided to let you see," I say, but quickly add when I see her eyes light up, "BUT!-I'll need promises from each of you that you won't tell ANYONE! Not your mothers, fathers, or friends, EVEN your best friends. NOBODY." I finish. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! You wont regret this. And don't worry, we promise." "Would you sign a contract?" I laugh "What's that?" "Never mind."