Only my dad’s car was in the driveway so I assumed that at least, my mom was out of the house. Dad was sitting at the kitchen counter reading the pa...er and looked up as I walked through the door. “Back so soon?” he asked, turning his attention back to the sports section. “Hittin’ the beach, need my stuff.” “Oh.” I ran up the stairs past my younger brother’s room and my older sister’s room. Kelly was back from college for the summer and generally kept to herself when she wasn’t. Livy had already called the desk for a cab and made reservations at a local seafood restaurant. We didn't say much on the cab ride there. We had already seen more of each other in the past forty-eight hours than we usually saw each other all year. Dinner was non-eventful; we ordered coffee and dessert. Somewhere between the key-lime pie and the Irish coffee, the tension started to build. We had both felt it in the past, but we saw each other so rarely because we worked in different offices it. ’ (she was starting to slur her words and I was feeling no pain). We sat there and had our drinks and left at nine forty-five. We had not been back to hotel for five minutes when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door, the guy standing there, introduced himself as Baako. He said, ‘Abioye has sent me over to give Brandi a massage. I have my table and all my creams on the first floor, should I bring them up?’ ‘Sure, why don’t you go get it the stuff and I will tell Brandi that you are. She can’t get enough sex. ??Dave, she just slipped under the table and she is sucking my cock.??Mike, she sounds like a real slut.? ?Got that right.?Mandy looked up from under the table. ?Hey tell Dave to bring a friend.??Dave, you hear that.? ?Got it Mike.?Mandy slithered out from under the table, just smiling at people watching.?I’ll finish the job in the car.?They were no sooner in Mike’s car then Mandy was opening Mike’s fly.?HMMMMMMM? Mandy was giving Mike a Hum job while she massaged.