"Oh, it was good. You looked good too..." Hazel said. Why did I compliment her looks after eye-molesting her 5 seconds ago? I'm such an idiot Hazel th...ught. "Thanks! My agent says it might get on TRL next week so, cross your fingers!" This was typical of their interactions and their lives. Where Hazel failed awkwardly, Lily effortlessly succeeded. For instance, although they train equally hard and devote a more or less equal amount of time to soccer, Hazel has become an undatable female jock. Those blue eyes I’m staring at; they’re gold. And that tan skin; it’s red. And we’re not in Olympus, but hell, and I’m not Aphrodite, but Rachel, and that’s not Athena, but Lucy. I’m back. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. “Holy fucking shit!” I exclaimed as my breathing returned to normal, “That was…the greatest orgasm of my life.” “Yeah,” Lucy panted, “it’s definitely up there for me too.” “Is it always like that?” I asked her. “It depends on who you go with.” Lucy said, regaining control of her. “Bobby could you wash my back?”He entered the bathroom, she was in the shower. He dropped his shorts and entered. Her pale body was covered with soapsuds; she looked at him her eyes bright. “Do you think his Nibbs has had enough holidays?” She asked in a coy voice.That day, they never left the bedroom, apart from Robert dashing down stairs to make sandwiches; if Hanna did hear Terry’s groans screams and gasps she blithely ignored them.They were lazing by the pool when Terry asked how he had. I did and the two of them each tookone of my legs and secured my ankles into two stirrups, the samestirrups women use when they have a vaginal examination. Hmm. In my casethe stirrups were to assist in preventing my thighs and legs frommoving. The ladies got to work. At first I found the pricking of theneedles annoying and then irritating. It took the ladies around threehours to finish their work. After the having explained how to take careof the tattoos I thanked them for the work they had.