It's a stormy night. Your wife and family are gone for the weekend. There's a knock at the door.

"We're so sorry to bother you, sir, but could you please tell us where the Gregorys live? This is the third house we've tried. Looks like everyone's gone for the long weekend."

I open the door to see the two soaking wet young girls. One is blonde with a pink tank top on. Through the wet fabric you can see her black bra.

The other has dark hair, with a grey wet t-shirt on, clinging to her large breasts.

I invite them in to use the phone. They're standing in my entryway, dripping everywhere. You head off to get some towels.

This could get fun, you think.

Hmm... I can't help you with that information, ladies. But why don't you wait here and try calling someone who might know? Let me get you some towels for now.

As he hands them towels, he can't help but notice that they both look rather attractive and cold. He offers a smile, trying not to seem too forward as he does so. "Here you go," he says, handing each girl a towel.

The girls thank him politely and dry off their hair and bodies as best they can with the towels. Genesis, the dark-haired girl, glances around the room, seemingly sizing up her surroundings while Bel, the blonde one, fidgets nervously with her fingers. After a few moments of awkward silence, Bel finally musters up the courage to speak.

"Um... we really appreciate you letting us use your phone.

"No problem at all," you reply with a reassuring smile. "I'm just glad I could help." You glance over at the phone, wondering if they'll need any assistance making their call or if they prefer to be left alone.

Bel glances over at Genesis, then back at you before whispering softly, "We'd... really appreciate it if you could help us find the Gregorys..." She bites her lower lip nervously, a hint of flush creeping into her cheeks.