You have eleven dates.”I’d been so focused on adulting that I’d ignored the growing excitement around me at school. There are two capstones to a...high school career: Senior prom and commencement. They were both rushing toward us. It was less than three weeks until prom and six until commencement.My girlfriends ... Scratch that. My wives had orchestrated a coup on the principal of our school. We’d obligingly let the Valentine’s Dance slide in exchange for guaranteed admission of the entire pod. "You can't sleep all day silly. We have lots of stuff to do." I got outof bed and dressed for sparring, and followed her to the practice room.I made sure to take the necklace. We god onto the padded floor and shenoticed it."Hey you might want to take that off before we get started." I took itoff and held it out in my hand."Take a look inside."She gave me a funny look and took the necklace. She opened it up andstared at the pictures inside."Who are these people?" That was not what I was hoping. After I ordered pancakes and sausage with bad coffee, I asked, "So what do you want to do till we hear from Joan?" This is the smallest town on the tour, I think. The bosses back in New York had an open date, so they came here. This place is so small they seldom get live entertainment, so we could book it with hardly any notice. It was also dirt cheap. In other words there is nothing to do here, but work." So, do you want to go check out the venue?" I asked."Sure why not," she replied with a. Looking back on this night I can see why the next events occurred and the brat in me got what it deserved. It's a shame now but I had to make it clear that I had to leave for work at 5 that next morning. I should have just called in sick to work from their. It was midnight already, but that was when Leanna suddenly stopped playing her flirty games. Her hospitable drink-my-wine and try on my slutty clothes attitude took a stern and dominate turn. She said she would fuck me if I stayed, and was.