”“Lucky you, sister dear,” Sven said as his dick throbbed in my hand. His strong hand grabbed my thigh, stroking up and down it. “Just two peo...le making love to you.”“We’ll see what you think when you see her cock, brother mine.” I looked at him. “Have you ever shared a woman with another guy.”“I’ve spit-roasted a few whores,” he said, “with some drinking friends back in Az.”I rolled my eyes. “You had such terrible friends at college. But you never shared Ava, did you?”“No,” he said. “I. At least, I think so.”Amber said, “Something has been bugging me for a while.”“What?”“You told me that you had been laid since leaving your wife. When and with whom?”“I went to Nevada. Prostitution is legal there,” Dexter said.“Really?”“I thought everyone knew prostitution is legal in Nevada.”“Not that. I was surprised you went to a brothel.”“Why?”“I never figured you to be the type to pay for it.”“I get horny just like every other man.”“I guess so. Still, it surprises me that you would pay for. You could also get a salad bar trip with a big bowl or a endless bowl of soup and hot dog buns instead of the traditional buffet. The hot dog buns came in three styles. A bakery dinner roll, a whole grain roll and a kind of mini submarine roll. Most people piled four or more dogs on the plate with rolls for each then went to the dip them. Making you own dog was most of the fun. Kids loved the place and I was happy. There were few if any restaurants on the island that catered to kids.Everything. Deciding he’d had enough, Will peeled his shirt off and hung it from one of the many hooks in the ceiling that were normally reserved for large pots. Lace eyed him a bit with an amused look on her face, taking note of the sprawling treasure map tattooed on Will’s chest and back, then went back to scrubbing her pot.There was a clatter behind them. Lace spun. Will just looked over her shoulder. Jack was standing, bracing herself on the wall as a dozen pots and pans finished falling out of a.