“Matt, let’s start over please. Keep the past behind us?” she asked as I smiled. I’m no fool; I knew this was a ploy so she wouldn’t have to...act like something happened between her children two years ago. “Of course, mother. Who’s that guy with Mike?” I asked as I gestured to the men staring at me like I shouldn’t be here. “That’s Grant, son…My fiancé.” Mom replied. I nodded and walked over to the guys and shook both of their hands as I was taught in school. But I gave them the coldest stare I. Christie wasn’t nervous at all. She was dressed in a navy skirt and a silky oyster-colored blouse that was unbuttoned enough to show most of her perky tits. It was obvious she hadn’t worn a bra. Her pointy nipples were easy to see through the thin fabric of her top. Her eyes had gone right to Jay’s package. I grabbed Christie’s hand and led her to the balcony. There was a small sofa outside. I sat in the middle and pulled Christie down next to me. I patted the free cushion and told Jay to. Are you hungry?’ ‘For breakfast, or did you have something else in mind?’ He grumbled good naturedly, ‘It’s highly unfair that I require a certain amount of recovery time, whereas you appear to have enough energy and staying power to partake in marathon encounters.’ Her eyebrows were raised at his statement. ‘Encounters? Is that what we have? And may I point out how you don’t appear to have any difficulty with your energy level and staying power when you’re spanking my ass? You manage those. His face, chest and arms were covered with an intricate pattern of raised bumps. Colorful beaded necklaces hung around his neck and bracelets circled his wrists, ankles and upper arms. I felt the power from him. I froze as he spoke to the tribe, they reacted with chants and yells. Two men came forward and stood beside me, I shrunk away from them, my body pulling itself into a fetal position. At the word of the old man, the men each grabbed one of my arms and hauled me to my feet. They pulled me.