Some of the trees however, had not fared quite so well. A few trees were strewn about the grounds. It was nothing major, nothing a few hours of cleani...g up by the camp owners would not fix. Mr. John Michaels and Mrs. Sandra Michaels, the camp owners and supervisors surveyed the main camp area. Mr Michaels started to clean up the broken trees, while Mrs. Michaels started to head down to the lake to check on the camps sailing boats. Miss Noefun insisted that Mr Steven Black, one of the health and. Well, I assumed she was going to go home.I pulled into the driveway, parked my car in the garage, and went inside. I immediately headed for the den and the mini-bar it harbored. Two martinis later I heard the garage door opener engage; it was her. Hmm, she hadn't dallied long in getting home from her dirty little tryst. I'd been hammer down most of the way back, and I'd only beaten her by maybe three-quarters of an hour. Well, she did have dinner to cook for us."Oh, you're here in the den," she. I sat on a sofa nervously checking all the babes out – each one had a number attached to them. The hostess came along and asked what I want, I said a massage, to which she said “only”, and I said no everything.She asked which girl I liked, I checked them out again and narrowed down to one good looking babe in a short red dress. I don’t remember the number.Anyhow, the hostess signaled the girl to come out of the “Fishbowl”, that’s what I learned later what the glass chamber where the girls sit. ”“Exactly!” Blaise said, still excited. “I mean, we can still face each other, y’know?”“Yeah. But, with this, we can both have everything involved. Asses, hands, dicks, mouths,” I said.“I had the same thought in the store.”“So, do they have names?”“I haven’t thought about it,” Blaise replied. “You’re the Giver of Names.”I thought for a moment, looking them over.“How about Double-Date Danny,” I said holding up the peach one. “Long John for the brown one.”“Perfect! I really like Double-Date.