Maya dug her fingers through the dirt, pushing the earth over the root ball of her marigold, and patting the soil back down over it. The sun beat lazily down on her bare shoulders from the cloudless blue sky. She was on her hands and knees at the edge of her flowerbed in the front yard. Her jean shorts, which just barely covered her butt while she was standing, rode up on her thighs. The bottom of her round ass cheeks pee...