Some teenaged peeping toms

A block or two from home, you hear some whispering voices coming from an alleyway between two houses. A group of teenage boys are huddled around a picket fence, obviously peeking through a small hole in the wood. You walk over to them.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" you ask as casually as you can, but they all jump guiltily away from the fence. You push past them and squat down to look through the hole yourself.

On the other side of the fence is a hot milf, around your own mother's age, lying face-down on a lounge chair beside a pool. She's wearing a bikini, but the string of her top is untied and draping down to either side of her. If she moves just right, you might get a glimpse of side boob.

Just yesterday, you would've killed for a show like this. Today, however...

"Not a bad view," you say, leaning back from the hole and letting the next kid take his turn. "But I can give you an even better one. I'm a ****, so I can give you a front-row seat to that body in action. For the right price, of course..."

The boys huddle up to talk it over, then one of them -- their leader, maybe, or just the poor sap that got picked to speak for them -- stepped forward.

"How much? We won't pay more than $50."