" All right. Go to jail and I'll take them, make them my wards, share them with my boys."He sat down, took out his phone and punched a number. "Tiff,"...he said, "find your sister, she's probably in the basement with her toys or some stupid-assed kid, and call a cab. Come down to the office. No, don't bother to change your clothes. There's a problem, a small problem. Understand?" He flipped his phone closed. "Ten or fifteen minutes," he said to me.So we waited and talked about what he had done. “That’s right. One never knows. So, are you up for it or not? Being my best man at my three-way nuptials?” Brent asked Eric directly now.“Of course! You’re my buddy! What else would I do? I’m just a bit envious, that’s all,” Eric blushed himself now.“Hey, that’s only human, bro. Honestly, though, if you had to pick an ideal partner or two, or more, for that matter, who would they be, what sex, what type, etc. Any thoughts?” Brent probed a bit deeper now.“That’s the problem. I can’t ... date my. We started jogging me leading the way along the trail, we needed to stop a few times because Kim was starting to get nervous and kept asking questions about what to expect from the guys. I tried to get her to relax as much as possible, but I also think that she was getting horny just thinking about what was going to happen. As we rounded the last turn, coming up on my cut-off to my spot I looked back and Kim had a growing wet spot on the front of her pants, and she was breathing harder than I. However Ben speaks excellent Russian and constantly questions me."That was the truth, I did have it easier with Jack and I didn't want to admit it but it was easier because he didn't understand Russian, however we still had some cultural problems needing resolution. So I countered, "Tatiana, I know you are capable and ready for this. Now what new question did Ben ask?"She told me and I wanted to swear but held my tongue, thought for a few moments about pretending I sold the engagement ring Jack.