A familiar hostess seated them and brought a bottle of wine he had ordered in advance, an Oregon pinot noir, the one that made the state’s wine indu...try famous. They each tasted the small sip offered by the waiter for their approval. Her broad smile said it all: scrumptious, so good you want to drink it with a spoon. He poured them both a glass and they toasted. “To us.” They clinked glasses and savored deep drinks of the nectar they held in their hands.“I have to tell you something,” he said. A very unpleasant looking individual wearing more gold than on King Tut's sarcophagus put his arms around me, pressing his lips on mine and shoving his tongue down my throat while mauling my breasts. I pushed him off, but not because I didn't enjoy the attention. I just didn't enjoy doing it with him.Andrei came up to me saying that wasn't the way to act. "He's Solntsevskaya Bratva, our brotherhood boss. His name is Boris. I'd recommend you be nice to Boris. Is that clear?" he said with an. "Could you come help me for a moment?" Just a moment," he said, wondering what this was about. He walked into the bathroom -- she hadn't locked the door, and said, "What do you need, Acacia?" I think maybe you'd better do my back," he heard her say from behind the shower curtian. "I'm having trouble reaching to to a good job." Perhaps I'd better not," he said. "After all, Miss Rose, you do have your modesty to protect." Oh, Wade," she sighed, and threw the shower curtian back. He could see her. . Let's play truth or dare," Matt suggests. All of us gladly agree. "I got the first one, ok Matt truth or dare?" Joe asks. Matt picks dare, as usual. "I dare you to make out with Michelle for 3 minutes," Joe says. They start going at it, while me and Joe stand in the pool awkwardly, timing them. When 3 minutes is up, it's impossible to get them off of each other. I glance at Matt, with a jealous look on my face, and he looks back at me, with a guilty expression. "Okay, Sam truth or dare?" Matt.