Bouncing shoulder to shoulder between us, Rachael pointed and laughed at the elephant in the parking lot.“It’s a Winnebago?” “A Minnie Winnie....It was a 25th anniversary gift from my ex, last June.” I loosely explained.“It’s Cute.” Tim chirped. “But not as cute as you two messing around in the corner.”“Cute, huh? What would you say if I told you she played with my tits in the bathroom about 20 minutes ago, and I felt her sexy bush? You think that’s cute you fucking man-whore?” Rachael flirted. As I waited for the kettle to boil so I could get that crucial first cup of coffee I decided what I needed was a good long massage. I reached for my phone and called the gym to ask for an appointment only to be told that the resident masseuse was away on holiday. Bummer. I didn’t really know anywhere else near me that offered a massage apart from the small ads in the local paper. Not what I wanted. So, as everyone does these days I turned to Google and typed in massage and my post code. More. Not only was the evidence of their behavior on film, the date and time was there as well. Mike, Lisa, and Ken were totally scared.Jason, giving the matter some more thought, suspected that it was his life that would be much more affected than the lives of his three friends. In fact, if he did what Cecilia told him to do, it was possible nothing at all would happen to the others. However, Jason could only give them partial reassurance, because he had no desire to bring up what was going to. I returned it to its place then took two steps to stand next to the bed. Nicole scooted to her left and patted the mattress. I moved onto the full-size bed and sat cross-legged next to her.“Have you done anything before?” I asked.“Other than kissing Jesse on the cheek on his birthday, no.”“Do you like Jesse?”“You mean like, want to kiss and stuff? No. He likes Francesca, even if her mom is a total bitch. Besides, he’s like the best brother in the world! He’s around when I need him. He doesn’t.