Laid out on dark stone, her mane of even darker hair fanned out beneath her, her face looked pale and a thin white linen blanket covered her body. Rha...ina laid out in a tomb, sleeping the sleep of the dead, was a sight Roban did not appreciate.“It’s cold and uncomfortable sleeping on hard stone. She’ll be grumpy waking up,” Roban summarized his thoughts.“The dead don’t complain.” Messaya shrugged.She walked towards the stone bench and placed a hand on Rhabina’s brow. Roban followed.“She looks. “Hey, Boy! Ain’t you kinda young to be out here taking a bath alone? Ain’t you skeered some full grown man will come along and miss-take you for a girl, with that long hair of your’n?”The others laughed at their friend. Those two were sitting in their tubs already. Their loud mouth, drunk friend was naked, bent over his tub, a hand on either side with one foot in and one foot out.I never answered, pulling my denims up while keeping an eye on him the whole time.“BOY! I’m talking to you! Can you. After many shots I had to use the men's room. When I came back I saw my sensual wife was chatting and flirting with a huge black man. Anita was touching his arm as they talked. I saw her nodding and then they went up to the dance floor.My wife danced with him and it looked like she was trying to fuck him. I could make out Anita kissing her black partner on the lips and rubbing her crotch against his pelvis. I felt both jealous and aroused. My erection was aching in my pants. His dark hand was. A half-dozen rosy-face blonde girls all dressed in matching pink dresses, white ankle socks, and black maryjanes surrounded me. They had materialized out of thin air and were now jumping, running, laughing, playing all around me. And standing just in front of me was Melissa.Only she wasn't the fat little girl from the Dairy Freeze. She was taller and much thinner. She looked more like a teenager now. But her face and hair were the same. And she wore the same chocolate-stained sweatshirt and.