Robert and Derek looked out for the men's room side of the two-story constructing, the contrary side from the entry walkway they had used before. He looked around the bend at the ticket office. Ticket girl's mom was in there, yet there was no indication of the two young girls. He was becoming anxious because he will be leaving once the race caller declared a start.

Derek gestured. “They are right there.” His eyes were stuck to braid young girl's plum-sized tits. They were far beyond requiring a bra.

“Assuming you looked close, you can see the earthy colored circles of her nipples.”

“In your creative mind,” Robert said, his...