Kay liked to flirt- and was very good at it. Just the other side of thirty, mother of two boys, Kay was proud of herself, with good reason. She was in marvelous shape, only 112 pounds and lookin' hot. Kay was a woman who would turn heads and make other women jealous. Her husband didn't show her the attention that he used to when she was in high school, and after twelve years together, things had gotten a bit boring in the Welch household.
Which is why Kay loved to flirt.... She loved the attention, the looks, the lust in their eyes when she flirted. Kay had never cheated on her husband, but had thought about it many, many times. In fact, the reason she hadn't cheated wasn't because she didn't want to, it was that she hadn't had the opportunity to.
To keep her weight down, Kay ate right and exercised a lot. She loved to jog around the neighborhood in her skimpy athletic gear, knowing that the men fixing their cars in their garages wanted her. Sometimes she'd stop and talk for a minute, seductively licking the sweat from her upper lip. Kay knew how to drive the men wild, and loved to do it.
Kay had a standard route that she ran- down a couple of streets, turn left and circle back towards home. On the home stretch, there was a vacant lot that had sat for years until recently. Now there was a new home getting framed up there. Kay enjoyed jogging by the workmen, knowing they were eyeing her. She could see them looking for her as she turned the corner- elbowing each other, making their way outside so they could watch the hot blonde go by.
As the project progressed, the number of workers decreased, and when Kay went by, the only workers left on the jobsite were Mexican laborers. These short little brown skinned men worked hard, and weren't as interesting to Kay as the shirtless young roofers or the hot looking siding guys were. Even so, Kay couldn't resist flirting, and always waved and smiled at the Mexicanos.
On her daily run one day, Kay heard the Mexicanos saying something to each other that sounded like "Mary Poses," but not knowing Spanish, she just went on her way. One of the little men hooted at her and yelled "Mary Poses" as she came up on the job site. Kay smiled and waved, and the other men on the site laughed loudly and waved back at her.
As the summer went along and the house continued to head toward being finished, Kay heard the cry of "Mary Poses" almost every time she went by the house. Always followed by laughter and lots of talk between the Mexicanos. The men were plainly dressed, none over 5' 4' tall, all with coal black hair.
Something that fascinated Kay was that every once in awhile she'd see women at the job site. Very attractive women, mostly Hispanic, some white, many very white collar looking career women. These women fawned over the Mexicanos. Kay was puzzled as to why these women would be so attracted to these men.
She also noticed that when the women were around, no one ever yelled, "Mary Poses" to her. She figured that the men knew enough to not flirt with their ladies around.
In late July Kay was really sweating from the 94 degree heat and high humidity. As she came around the corner to the jobsite, she heard the familiar "Mary Poses" call. She smiled and waved, and at that point was so tired that she stopped jogging and bent over with her hands on her knees
One of the men took a paper cup off the top of the big cooler set in the garage, and poured a cup of water. He motioned to her, offering her a drink. Kay shuffled up the driveway to the garage and took the cup. Four little men greeted her with smiles and wandering eyes. As she drank the water, one of them said "Mary Poses" to her, and the other men giggled. Kay replied, "Mary Poses" to them, and the men's laughter changed in tone.
