We made out right outside the bar. I liked it… maybe more than I should have.”“She won’t remember it. Now, did she also think you’re hot?”...��Yup. She’s bisexual,” Fancy said.“Oh. I get what you’re asking me now. The old ‘I kissed a girl. I liked it.’ conversation with straight girls. Here’s how you go about it: You said she had a crush on you. She thinks you’re hot. Enjoy the ride. Or you could do the ‘About last night’ shit… nobody likes that.”“True, girl. You right. You right,” Fancy said.. Preferably with the palm of his right hand—against her tight ass, till it was fucking raw.“Happy now?” He was still panting from his unexpected soaking.“I’m getting there.” There was deep satisfaction in her voice. God, he would get her back. She wouldn’t know what was damn well happening to her once he had his freedom. “You know, I had no idea what a beautiful sight it would be,” she said, “a sexy guy all tied up and wet.”“Well I’m glad you’re so entertained.”“Hush, Eric. I wasn’t talking to. She said that she found the first drops of hot wax as much as a shock as painful, she said that earphones would have added an extra something as though she didn`t hear us, but could have, heard us approach. As the layers of wax built she said the pain lessened the lower layers insulating the new wax from her skin. The rat trap on her nipples was unexpected too. By now our pricks were hardening and the discomfort was enough to remind us to exercise as much control as we could muster.She said. The conversation was light and mostly holidayish. I remembered a joke that Red Foxx once told in one of his Vegas shows; he did a lot of those. “If the pilgrims had been huntin’ bobcats instead of turkeys, we’d all have been eatin’ pussy instead of the bird.” Well, I thought it was funny, but no I did not share it because of the young people in the group.And then there was the matter of Zoe. She talked to me kind of a lot. Mostly questions: why she was only coming to stay one weekend a month.