They ordered dinner while they talked, something seemed to click with them. It was like they were old friends instead of strangers. So they talked int... the night and drank some more. Sandra was getting quite tipsy so she was thinking about what she had done earlier. Seeing Tom in a totally different new light, after having so much to drink, she told him about it. “You know what I done this morning”, she giggled. “No, what did you do this morning”? Said Tom, smiling back at her. “I was lonely. And I'm a slutty fag who wants to help you out. Who actually craves for that cock of yours. It's okay." "Is it only that?" He looks at me confused. "Is it only what? Is there more than that, you mean? Well, I did like you, I thought you were cute." "No no, I don't mean that. You're a cool dude, I'm wondering if it's only sex or if we're also, you know, friends?" Milan smiles. "Not sure if that works, being friends and having this arrangement, as you called it." I turn red. "I was tipsy, I never. We had been playing a rousing game of cribbage. Like I said, there's not much to do here. Bobbi leaned back and asked me, "Marc. Have you ever played strip poker?"I was flummoxed. It was the last thing I expected to hear from Bobbi McGregor. "Well, of course. I think the last time I was in ninth grade. There was about eight of us. Four and four as I remember. It was embarrassing as hell and as exciting at the same time."She laughed. "I know. I was in seventh grade. I still remember those little. Sally continued working her mastery. "I love Amber. That girl is absolutely adorable," Sally said."She really is." You two look so cute together." She makes my heart stop, every time I see that smile. I feel like the luckiest person alive when that girl kisses me. Oh my God!" Well hopefully she will stick around for the reveal," Sally said, sweetly."Yeah. I hope so, too," I agreed. "But we'll see her later tonight, for sure. I invited her to join Mark and me in our room," I whispered,.