“This is where we’re going,” inquired Dorrien.“Yeah, baby,” Nate answered hooking his large left arm around the slim bottom’s waist.“The...food here is great!”“I remember you mentioned it before,” confessed the beefy shaved-headed man as he smoothed out his moustache with his right hand.“You don’t forget shit,” Dorrien laughed.“Yep. Don’t forget tonight is all on me,” Nate reminded him.Nate gave his name to the hostess. Within seconds, they were led to their table. When the waitress arrived, Nate. “That we are. Prepare for a DP, cara mia!” Christina supported her boyfriend’s claim with zero hesitation.“Maybe I could return the favor at some point, too,” Eva suggested in another text with a grin.“Absolutely, hon. We go all the way reciprocal, baby. For instance, Abel fucked my ass and I pegged him as well. That goes for us, too. We can have all kinds of fun, hon,” Christina snuck in a pat to Eva’s booty when no one watched them.“Oh, boy ... I’m gonna love this!” Eva texted in. I waved my scythe in the air as I rushed towards my enemy, performing some sort of a weird dance to signify my lust for battle and blood at that moment, terrifying my opponent even more, if his expression was anything to go by.I came down on him hard, striking him with all the force I could muster. He barely managed to avoid it, backing away in time, making my scythe hit the ground and causing cracks to spread out from the point my scythe had managed to hit the ground. But that was all the. You'll clean me out. You guys are pros." My brother said, "C'mon Ann. If you want we could change the rules a bit to make it easier for you to beat us." My wife asked, "What kind of rule changes are we talking about?" Bill responded, "Well, if you don't want to lose any money then we could play for something else like for example, your clothing!" My wife just laughed and said, "You're a fucking riot, Bill. Let's be serious." He replied, "I am serious." She then shot back, "Strip poker?" Bill.