The last thing I wanted to be was the proverbial fifth-wheel among all those happy couples. Honestly, I had almost decided to skip the party entirely,...but my dread of returning to my own, empty apartment finally persuaded me to go. Good Christ, thank God I did. It hadn't started off well at all. For the first hour, I mixed with others, idly chatting about nothing of interest with people I barely knew. I indulged myself in a drink or two, but all the while I was counting the minutes until I. I looked inside her as I was getting the water ready to wash out her butt, and I saw she didn’t have much in there except what was there from lunch. I did help her get the sticky goo cleaned out and then she had me put water inside her before she squatted over the drain to let it run back out.She tried hard to keep from crying as she said, “He told me if I ever got shit on his dick again he was going to have every guy he knew take my butt until I barfed out sperm.”I had the conditioner rinsed. I may want you to go with me so I don’t kill myself.”“That sounds like fun. What else are we doing?”“He found a place you and Kat can ride four wheelers. He said they even have some jumps. I think Devin is planning on joining you on that one,” she said with amusement in her voice.“I think Devin is just a big kid at heart.”Mom and I got back to the hotel at eleven that night. That made it five in the afternoon, at home. Mom wanted to talk to Dad. I had set Dad up so he could video chat with us.. "But what's the thing with the 'big bonuses'?"Markus answered for him. "The boss pays our crew better than any artist out there, so he doesn't give bonuses very often. Twice so far, as a matter of fact. Once when the staff of the arena we were at was on strike, he gave the whole crew a thousand dollar bonus each to cross the picket line and do the arena staff's jobs as well as their own. The other time there was a bridge washed out and we had to make a three hour detour. He told 'em he'd give.