"Amazing babe, just... amazing." I said. "Did you have this planned out beforehand or was this spontaneous?" I asked her."A little of both really. We ...eren't sure how you would react so we went kind of slow initially." How I would react? Slow? What do you mean? How did I do? Did you three do this before?" I sputtered out until I realized, just shut up and let it go, we would have time to talk in private... after we were finished.H just laughed, stood up holding my hand and pulled my arm to. Ben managed his best hangover-ridden smile while still kneeling before the toilet, both hands trembling, but firmly locked to the seat. There were slim chances, he thought, Becca hadn't yet looked at her phone. He knew her unlock pattern, so he could just...Her devilish grin let his every hope nip in the bud. Maybe it was also the fact that she was holding her phone demonstratively towards him, showing a WhatsApp chat history with a specific image in it. Or was it the fact that the picture was. And then there was me. A week into their search for a new tender, I filled the dual need: theirs and mine. Oh, and no they did not at that point know shit about me. I guess I looked honest and hard working.“And so, you have zero experience,” said Henry.“That would be accurate,” I said.“Well, that can be both good and bad. Good because you will learn to do it our way and you won’t have any old habits that need to be discarded. Bad because you don’t know anything. Anyway, the hope is that you. "Peter, come on, we landed."I grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him back against the seat. He was asleep, he was a really deep sleeper. I grabbed his shoulders, and shock him like crazy, and he finally woke up. "What?" he muttered, sitting up straight, and rubbed his eyes. He had a red mark on the side of his face where he had been asleep against the wall. I laughed at it, and handed him one of the compacts from my purse so he could look. He muttered to himself, and rubbed it to try and get it.