Mallao was proud to be Filipino, and he would show Maia what a real Filipino man was like. He'd make her proud to be brown, like Lord Jesus intended.S...owly, trying not to make noise, he turned his sister's doorknob and eased the door open. He stuck his head through and looked for Maia. She'd collapsed on her white European four-poster bed. Mallao was a little disappointed to see her wearing some kind of white cotton night dress. He'd hoped she'd be wearing one of those slinky silk dresses she. There was something else there too, but she wasn't sure what it was. It still felt wrong though, for more than just that reason."I thought you said you had a boyfriend?" She said at last, struggling slightly as she attempted to dry her lower half, "He'll be here soon to pick you up! What's going on?"Beth bit her lip and looked at the floor, choosing her words carefully."I don't have a boyfriend," She replied, "Not anymore, I just wanted to be alone with you...sorry." But why? Have you seen me?". Ted didn't know about them either. This one particular look was going to knock his socks off. (More than that I hoped!)On the day we flew out to Vegas, Ted was quiet. He had something on his mind. Arriving at the hotel, he left me standing at the front desk while he made a quick phone call to someone. Later, on our way to our room, he told me some bad news."I have to go to work on Monday. The boss has scheduled an important meeting that I have to attend. I will try to get a red-eye flight. “Camp protocol—10 PM. Respect for the a****ls in the woods, and other campers. A couple of hours later, me and Dustin and Johnny pile in the jeep for a final trip to the bath house. Take a dump, brush your teeth, whatever you needed to do. There' about 4 others there as well, 2 in the showers, and 2 of them--- “Holy fuck” exclaims Johnny as we walk in. Dustin just grins at him and says what ? Johnny grabs Dustin by the shirt sleeve, and spinning him around, in a loud whisper, That dude is.