3 guys with a weapon in his hand can be no big deal.I ran, hid behind a corner and waited. I heard some slamming sounds and guys moaning in pain or so...ething. I did not try to look. After a while, imad came around and called me.-hah…that made me tired. Come and look around if you like-I looked at where the problem took place. The guys were on the floor. One was holding his arm, another his back, and the last, his leg.-why are they holding them?--where they are holding, where it hurts, where is. Getting the idea of what they had in mind, I moved the chair a little so that it would hit the wall before it tipped. We might get overbalanced.I sat down and Melody sat on my left leg and Bree wiggled her way in on my right. They did some kind of in-place foot dance that left them with their legs tangled together and their bodies turned slightly toward each other. Finally, I pulled the blanket up.“Mmm. This is cozy,” Melody sighed. We just reclined there like that for about fifteen minutes and. The roar of the crowd continued for several moments.The MC brought all the performers back to the stage for a final vote. Six couples were selected for the next round. Both Dave and Vicky and Joanie and Marcus were picked for the next set. The eliminated couples congratulated the winners and returned to the bar to finish watching the show.Tension filled the air of the dressing room as the remaining six couples prepared for their next performance. The sensuality of the moment could not be. ”“Sounds like you’re winging it!”“Everyone is winging it, Abby.”“That’s very cynical.”“But it’s true. Look at Boris Johnson. He’s the Prime Minister and yet show me someone who has winged shit more than him.”“I guess if you put it like that.”“Well show me someone who actually knows what they’re doing?”“Ummm…”“See!”“No, what about Brian Cox?”“Who?”“That astronomical guy with the rictus grin.”“Oh hands off, he’s fit!”“On Emily, you’re a nympho!”“Ha ha! I’m not.”Two other students acquainted with.