Bria and Mr. Harar

Bria Jeurgen had lived in Gopher Park, a trailer park community just outside of Norville, ever since her father had run off and left her mother Tanya with no money and no ability to pay the mortgage on their modest house. The unit they shared was spartan but cozy, consisting principally of a single bedroom (for Tanya) and a main room with a kitchenette. Bria slept on a single bed in the corner of the main room, next to her wardrobe. There was also small enclosures for a toilet and shower, but Bria had to undress in the main room first. She kept the thin drapes closed most of the time to attempt to maintain some privacy, though she didn't realize that they were at best translucent at night when the lights were on inside. Among the neighborhood boys it was appointment viewing to try and catch a glimpse of Bria naked at night around the edges of the drapes, or even through them if she passed close enough.

One summer evening, Bria returned home after a swim eager for a hot shower. She unlocked the door and made her way right to the shower stall, turning on the water to give it time to heat up. Then the teenager unfastened the clasp on her wet bikini top, sighing with relief as her full breasts bounced free of their confinement. The blonde girl took one in each hand, enjoying their heft as she massaged them and the erect nipples to increase circulation. A strand of blonde hair fell across her face as she smiled at the sensation. But her moment of contentment passed into concern when she noticed the water remained as cold as ever.

"Mom?" Bria called towards the bedroom. "No hot water!" She paused, waiting for the reply, then remembered that Tanya was at work tonight. "Great," the girl groaned to herself, reluctantly stooping to pick up the discarded bikini top. As she did, Bria remembered that she had left the drapes open when she left! She peered up through her honey-colored bangs, confirming that she had been rubbing her naked breasts in full view of any neighbor who happened to glance! She rose back to standing, crossing her arms across her pale breasts as she anxiously glanced through each window in turn. By now it was dark, and she couldn't see anyone. The teen allowed herself the hope that she her display had passed unnoticed as she squashed one arm across her nipples, freeing the other to draw the drapes...

Bria reluctantly refastened the damp bikini top around her torso, lifting her breasts into the soggy cups one at a time, then steeled herself to jog over to see the superintendent, Mr. Harar. She opened the door of the trailer and stepped outside, where she first noticed a man standing a few paces away from the front window. He had dark skin, and was wearing a leather jacket and jeans. She didn't recognize him, as he was wearing a baseball cap pulled low, though she could discern his smirk. She also noticed that he had a hand-held camera pointed directly at her shivering body. Had he been outside the window the whole time, filming her?

"Pervert!" she hissed, flipping her middle finger at him before turning and hurrying toward the Harar unit. She knocked loudly on his door, glancing behind her. The strange cameraman was nowhere to be seen. "Mr. Harar!" she called.

Abdi Harar answered the door in his bathrobe. He was a stooped man with receding grey hair, thin and prematurely aged after spending most of his life in wartorn Somalia. He looked up and down at the pretty blonde in the bikini with interest. "Miss Jeurgen?"

"The hot water isn't working!" Bria explained. "Can you fix it?"

"Oh, at this time of night?" he sighed, before noticing the goosebumps on the teenager's skin, and her nipples straining against her wet bikini. "You must be cold, child! Come inside and have some tea." He moved back inside, and she reluctantly followed him, rubbing warmth into her arms. He disappeared around the corner, then returned with a steaming brew.

Bria wrinkled her nose at the pungent odor, but smiled gratefully after taking a couple tentative sips. "I just want out of this wet suit and into a hot shower," she confided.

"You know your mother is late on the rent?" Abdi told her, shaking his head. "The company thinks you should be out..." jerking his thumb for emphasis, "and they will be very unhappy if I submit an overtime form to come over to the deadbeat trailer!" He sighed. "And who knows if it can even be fixed tonight?"

Bria shivered miserably, tears welling in her blue eyes. "Please, Mr. Harar?" she begged.

"Well, I guess it could be a personal visit, Miss Jeurgen," he thought aloud, moving toward her. "Like a date! Or it could be purely business, but then you would owe me. And, quite frankly, you'd owe me more than one, since I haven't evicted you yet. Or you could stay here tonight, with me. I've got a hot shower. It's up to you, and it'll be our little secret, right?"

Bria considered those options, as well as turning on her heel and leaving...