“What. The. Fuck?” He dragged himself downstairs and found Seto arranging a quincunx of postage stamps. “Are there chickens in my bedroom?”“...ens, actually.” Seto continued to read his Kindle. “French hens, to be precise.”“And, yeah, there were three of them.” Joey grinned. “Do they have names?”“I’ve been referring to them as Burgundy, Chablis and Merlot. Those are wines with which my chef will prepare them.“Touch my chickens, and I’ll roast you.” Joey sat down. “I’m having fresh eggs from now. She had a hot body and had boys going crazy and/or wanting to fuck her.Believe it or not, Tami and I later became friends. I was the smart one in the class, which meant everyone wanted to get answers from me. This is where Tami comes in. Now, at this time, we were getting ready to review for a huge test. I was relaxed. I was cool. I had an A in the class already. We were getting ready to play “Jeopardy” for a review. Tami sat right by me. I was naturally competitive. She looked at me and knew. Come wash." She took my hand and helped me up. I walked alongside her in stunned silence until we reached a clear pool of water. "You want me to bathe in that pool?" I asked. In fact, I was wondering how I had never noticed the pool before. "Yes, do not fear, I will help you." She pulled my shirt up over my head. Leaned in and kissed me on the cheek with a smile. Her hard nipples brushed against my chest and I shuttered. She knelt and pulled down my shorts, freeing my penis into the cool. We later found out that most of these people were regulars who didn’t live too far away.Susan and John then entered the hall to greet everyone. John had cracked some bad jokes trying to ease the tension but I think only the alcohol was going to do that. Susan explained that all the men had to be in the hall fully dressed in their costumes for 7pm, were we would be each given a number. All the women had to make their ways to the main bar where they would each pick a number out of a hat and that.