And remarkably, the picnic baskets were only packed for five. Kiyoko dashed into the one bedroom for a quick change of clothes while Husna apologized ...o Fatima with a grinning smile and explained thatFatimawould just have to wait her turn until tomorrow for her share of a picnic.While all this was happening Mark managed a few words with Lucia on the other side of the room. “I hope everything worked out okay last night.”Mark was referring to Boost Team-5. They had arrived at theBeeParktwo days. Her palms felt itchy. “At the club be sure to sit a bit away from me. I’ll go to the bar and see what happens. Sit close enough to watch, but don’t be too obvious honey.” Paul swallowed nervously. It was all happening so fast. What would it be like? So many uncertainties swirled in his mind. His hands were getting moist. He glanced over in the back seat of the dark car at his wife. They were getting ever closer to their destination in the nightclub district. His wife Carol seemed content and. Smoking is her tell. Whatever it is, she would certainly do it. Don walked over to them and asked to look at the magazine. The page they were looking at featured nipple slips and other wardrobe malfunctions. Some were topless completely, or wearing very thin clothing, and see-through dresses. Don looked down at the girl. Her name was Harmony. Another puff of smoke came out slowly, and she crossed her arms. She stared back at Don, who was studying her. Bleached white hair, zebra-striped. But anyway, as I was saying, most of my colleagues were older women. I kinda liked it, because I never had to pretend I was this cool guy with slick words or dress fancy for them. I could just be myself, wich is quiet en pretty shy. But for some reason, they didn't mind. They seemed to like it. For them I was a breath of fresh air. Atleast, that's what they said. The other male colleagues were either gay, old or just really nasty.After a week or so, I got in contact with the manager. She was a.