‘Gaby, what would you say is your ultimate dream decorating job?’ Dave asked. ‘Why?’ ‘Just asking.’ ‘Uhm…, you know what I dream about...Dave, but okay. I would have to say having carte blanche to restore and decorate a bona fide Victorian mansion and authentically landscape the gardens. No clients breathing down my neck asking for a red and green dining room vomit explosion and bitching about time and budget constraints. Yeah, in a perfect world, that would be my dream job, but alas, no fairy. ’ “ I slid the tape out of its sleeve. “Rambo?”“What?” He whirled around to the screen as the copyright warning changed to a rapid assortment of clips depicting various sexual activities. “Fuck!”I giggled as he franticly jabbed at the front panel. “Oh, let it play!” I teased him, adding, “What’s the matter, scared you’ll get a boner?”“Yeah, right,” he said, as the tape ejected.If he only knew, I thought to myself, how many times I’ve snuck into his room and jerked off to his private collection. Jackie was fully aware that she looked every bit the part she was playing, an American trophy-girl, hanging off his arm, hanging off his every word. From guest to guest Yago went, showing off his prize."Where'd you find this one?" one of his quests asked, in English. Most of the conversation on the boat's deck had been in Spanish. Jackie hadn't really noticed until now. She was too busy flirting to give the conversations much mind."Just some tourist..." he trailed off. Jackie blushed.Just some. He came too close to me saying “now I’m close to you….. go ahead” feeling his breath I brought my lips close to him and I kissed him like a kid and moved away in shy.I was looking at his bare chest…his huge arms…his nipples….his charming face with a cute smile which I noticed more. Thought this is the day that I ever imagined to happen.He thought I might me afraid of doing this since being his brother’s friend. He was staring at me now and said: “There is nothing wrong doing this and I won’t.