I may be freaky. But Im not as freaky as Olivia. Last weeks dinner was a warning. Olivia showed her true colors. She gave us a glimpse of her freakiness. The things she said. The way she said them. Her overall attitude. It rubbed me the wrong way. She was perfectly fine before that. Except for her possible eavesdropping. But Kaya and I were at fault there too. We never should have used her in our role playing. We definitely should have closed that damn window.

But Im sort of glad that we didnt. Her eavesdropping embarrassed us. It made us depart early. Our departure caused her to turn up the intensity. To go after us more aggressively. Maybe thats why she seemed creepy. That creepiness is why I didnt want to go last night. But Kaya insisted. We had already accepted. It would look bad if we canceled. So we flipped a coin. I lost. She won. So we went.

We werent alone. That was a good thing. It made it less intimate. Olivia had invited two of her friends. Charlotte and Anne. They were both hot. She also invited Aunt Sophie. Dinner was still cooking. So we played volleyball out back. Charlotte and Anne were very friendly with each other. We guessed them to be gay or bi.

Dinner was good. The mood was light and fun. Afterwards Olivia and Aunt Sophie cleaned up. Charlotte and Anne started up the volleyball game. We joined them. The flashes startled us. Olivia and Aunt Sophie had returned. Aunt Sophie was sitting on the table. Watching us play. Olivia was walking around with a camera. Snapping pictures of us. She told us to keep playing. We told her to stop. The flashes were distracting. So she stopped. Then she and Aunt Sophie joined us.

I had to pee. So did Anne. We excused ourselves. But everyone else kept playing. Anne made it to the bathroom first. She told me to use the one upstairs. She said she was going to be a while. I made it upstairs. But I couldnt find the bathroom. I really had to pee badly. So I decided to use Olivias master bathroom. Without her permission. I couldnt go downstairs to ask. I would have peed my shorts.

The bathroom didnt have any toilet paper. I looked around. The closet door was open. There was a box of Kleenex there. I reached up to grab it. But it was sitting on a bunch of glossy magazines. They slipped off the shelves. Down onto the floor. They were porno magazine. But not regular porno magazines like Playboy or Playgirl. These were bizzaro magazines.

I had heard rumors about sex shows in Mexico. Where old women fucked donkeys. But I thought thats all they were. Just rumors. Until yesterday. When I saw the magazines. The pages fell open. I couldnt look away. It was enthralling. Like watching an accident. It showed animal sex. But not with some old woman. This woman looked to be my age. She looked alot like Kendall from AMC. The stuff she was doing was gross! She was fucking a big black dog. It showed her sucking his penis. Then keeping her mouth open. The dog squirting its stuff on her tongue. Like it was peeing. That was the other magazine that fell open. It showed a dressed up black tie party. Men and women holding out wine glasses. Young maids crouching and peeing into them. Then it showed the men and women drinking from the glasses.

There was stacks of this stuff. My hands were shaking. I tried to put them back on the shelf. But they kept slipping off. Thats when I noticed the side of the closet. Olivia had a massive collection of videos. Plus there was a box full of photos on the floor. I looked at the hand written titles. Maybe shes not a prostitute. But it looks like she might be a porn producer. Or porn actress. I finally put everything back in its place. Then hauled ass. I was so freaked out. I forgot to pee.

Back outside they had stopped playing. Olivia and Aunt Sophie were inside mixing drinks. Kaya noticed my desperation. She didnt argue when I said we should leave. Olivia tried to talk us into staying. But we said we had to get back. I told Kaya about the magazines and stuff. She was bummed. She said I should have pinched them for her. I told her I was too freaked. She said it was ok. We could do it next time. Yeah right. Not in this lifetime.