"I'm afraid so. I have no idea who, though. As I told the detective, I didn't think I had an enemy in the world. I'm wondering if it isn't a case of m...staken identity. If it is, I'm going to have to get a disguise," I cracked. That got a smile from Meg, but not from Yolanda."Relax, Yolanda. I'm not on anyone's 'Most Wanted' list. The police will get to the bottom of it."She didn't seem convinced."I guess this means we won't get to go dancing for a little while," I said to her.At least that. She tried again more slowly, and when she was in a sitting position on the table she reached for the glass, taking a long sip of the refreshing water. Part of her wanted to dress and leave as quickly as possible; she was still incredibly embarrassed by her body’s betrayal. But Olivia had said the room was hers as long as she needed it, and she had to admit a warm bath sounded nice. It would help wash the oil from her body before putting her clothes back on if nothing else. Standing on wobbly. During massage, they asked my name and was it my first encounter. I replied no I regularly have a massage. Both of them were naughty as they wore only a short dress, I could see their boobs popping out. They were done with my back and asked me to turn.I turned and the thoughts already had me hard. They smiled at me and said it is big. I said yep it is. Now one of them sat on my belly and started massaging my groin while her ass was right in front of my eyes. The other girl hands were on my. Everyone laughed. I opened my eyes.The lanky black man sneered at me. He had a gold tooth."Yo ease up on the bitch."Another black man had stepped out of the shadows. I turned to look atmy savior: he was just as tall as the lanky black, but he was muchbigger, more muscular. He had a shaved head and a goatee and wore ashiny black leather jacket. His muscular chest seemed to shine likeblack steel in the lamplight."You heard me Mo," he said, pushing the lanky man aside with the backof his large.