..this kind of thing wasnever supposed to happen."An awkward silence filled the room. I looked down at my hands."Are you...are you at least trying to...help them like you helped me?" The ones we can. Quietly." He ran his hand through his hair. "Youhave to understand that you were extremely lucky: lucky that yourfriend took you to the hospital shortly after you passed out, luckythat one of our CDC contacts happened to be in the emergency room andrecognized the symptoms, lucky our doctors had. “What are you laughing about?”“When was the last time you looked in the mirror?” I asked, still chuckling.“What, that bad?”I nodded. “You look like a little kid that got into some black paint.”“Ehh, couldn’t be helped. This thing requires a lot of grease to keep everything running smoothly and preventing any jams,” he answered, lifting it up a little.“You look like you’re wearing more grease than is probably in that,” I replied. “Nah, the main reason I was laughing is because I knew you would. Her phone revealed something special from Ray.Once again, wow, good to see you got brave on the beach, and I like the pose. But naked on the bed—terrific. And that selfie! Sensational. See what that did to me? See attachment. You look so sexy.Love, love, love Ray XPuzzled, she opened the attachment, and gasped loudly as Lorna looked over her shoulder, “God, is that waiting for you at home?” Lorna giggled, “Lucky you.”What they were looking at was a side shot of a fully erect penis, and Emma. I couldn't quite figure out how to read her expression. It was a look I hadn't seen before and for a second I thought she was going to slap me. She looked me dead in the eyes but she didn't look angry. She wasn't smiling either. She grabbed my hand and started walking toward the back of the bar. I knew I was about to get an earful. When we got to where it was quiet enough to talk I thought she'd stop but she kept walking me further into the back of the building until we came to the bathroom.