Arms up and feet spread we are bound to the bedposts. “Oh shit”, I think, “this will become at best interesting”. For five minutes, nothing ha...pens. “They try to torture us with inactivity”, I think and shout: “Hey, you bastards. Play with us”. Another two minutes more tick away in complete silence. I only hear Ole breathe. “Did they leave the room?”, I ask myself. But then I feel two warm, strong, well known hands massaging my shoulders. Two fingers caress my arms hardly touching them. My. We talked about boring shit until I spread my legs a little and pulled up on my bikini, which appeared to drive him crazy. "Your husband is a lucky man. You..." Why? What were you gonna say?" Oh, I forgot I'm working. Not supposed to tell you that you look really beautiful." Oh, thank you. Don't worry, I won't tell your boss. Don't tell my husband but I like your arms and your beard." Thanks." And don't tell my husband, but want to help me with my lotion? I need some on my back." Yeah, I can do. ) She really couldn’t see much more than his back and butt so far, so he stood up and boldly turned to face her. ‘Hell, he thought’. ‘We used to take baths together.’ He and Di were closer to each other than either was to their brother, or any of them to their parents. She became a sort of surrogate mother later in his life when their dad was working overseas for a few years and their mom worked in some office or other. They had a strong sibling love for each other but that was all.“That was. “Plus, she’s been my personal assistant by inheritance all weekend. So, I’m pretty sure asking her to play heads up strip poker would be sexual harassment.”“But asking her to deal strip poker for a bunch of drunk teenagers isn’t?” Nick asked.“She was playing too. Plus, Emily, Cat, and Casey are all in their twenties,” said Max.“She was...” Nick started to ask, then shook his head. “You know, I was actually arrogant enough to think things would be quiet without me around here. How in the hell.