"Ha! I guess you could say that," I smile wide at the vast difference of images in our heads.
"Gross. What did he look like?" Jason asks, trying not to seem too intrigued.
"How do you know it was a he?" is all I offer, leaving a hint of mystery.
"Ok, you got me there. I guess I just assumed. You don't hear many female flasher stories. Was it?"
"It was... both," I say, revealing the essential details sure to change the conversation.
"Oh, b-both," he repeats off guard.
"Yeah, and they sort of acted like I wasn't there, and like they were at home... alone... in the bedroom... well, if they had a pole in their bedroom anyway."
"hoooly shiiit," he whispers, "What did you do?"
"What could I do? It was awkward, and a little... intriguing, I have to admit," I lower my voice, "Jason, they w
