Then she mentioned that Herr Gunter was invited to dance with her and signed off without waiting for a response. It would not win any style points, bu... it was brutally effective.Sean took out a shovel and dug a deeper hole. He accused me of coaching Siobhan, which was silly. It was not that I would not, but my style is quite different. I told Sean that Siobhan was a quick study, as she was currently demonstrating. Duh. Fortunately Sean was willing to take his lumps and bow out.From there Sean. She seemed obsessed with my ass. When we were clean—again—we dried each other off, then I took her hand and drew her down to the bed."When was the last time you had a good massage?" I asked."Too long ago," there was a contented smile on her face."I'm going to make sure this was the best one you ever had," I said."How are you going to do that?" Melanie teased. "Jenn was pretty good!" She didn't finish you off with the happy ending," I kissed her behind the ear. Melanie groaned.I kissed her. Not. .. something you don't mind if it gets dirty." Why?" Sandra asked again, but I still wasn't going to bite."Nice try," I joked. "But I suppose it won't hurt to let you know that I'm looking forward to seeing you in a bikini." Bikini? That doesn't sound too bad." Sandra sounded relieved, so I couldn't help getting in one last dig."It doesn't, does it?" I asked. "I guess you just don't have a devious mind like I do. See you tomorrow," I added, then hung up before Sandra could reply.Sunday was much. So what peeked your interesttoday?" the little brunette asked turning sideways to talk."Is it true, the rumors that Wyoming trucking is looking to hire a fewmore drivers?" It is Marcus, but I've seen you drive and you don't have the reflexes topush a blower otherwise you'd have made more than one Ice Run." It was alight but pointed conversation."No I know I could never make your team of drivers. But I thought if youwanted I might send you a few likely candidates, all women of course." You know.