"This bitch wants to see exactly what you've got," I said and hung up.I stumbled to the SUV, still wearing the loose sweats I'd worn all afternoon and...still pretty drunk. I'm not sure how I got to that park all the way across town, but when I arrived, Ricky was already waiting under a streetlight. He hid his bike in a hedge when he saw that it was me, and smiled that greasy smile as he climbed in. I drove without a word, but my whole body trembled with intense anticipation. I was sure Ricky. “Are you sure that he is okay with that?” he asked. “Yes, I’m sure,” she answered, “come with me and I will prove it.” I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and quickly closed my door and jumped into bed, five minutes later I heard a knock on my door. “Are you decent?” she called out. “Yes I am, I’m in bed.” I replied. They came into my room and she sat on my bed, she had her pink robe on and I could see her cleavage, how I wish I could slide my hands in that robe! Robert had his boxer. After cursing himself for making a mess, and then cursing some more while he cleaned it up, Mike went back to his room to throw on a pair of jeans so he could greet the mystery chef in his kitchen.“HEY! Who the Hell is in my God-damned kitchen? And why the Hell did you let me sleep in and miss work?” he shouted.He was greeted by the sight of a curly-haired blonde woman wearing a pink pajama bottom and one of his old t-shirts working his stove with the efficiency of a line chef at a fancy. I spent more than an hour massaging every inch of her front side. I took time to kiss and tease her in all the appropriate places as I went along.I massaged every finger and every toe, even her ankles and the bottoms of her feet. Jenny wanted to return the favor to me but I would not allow it. I told her that I just wanted to hold her close in my arms tonight.The sun was streaming through the cracks in the shades and it woke us up. I had rested comfortably and Jenny had only gone to pee one.