The answer was they each had four beers. Unfortunately, Brian was theoldest at 19 which meant they had to buy the sketchy beer from the gasstation in ...he Old Fourth Ward that didn't ID.Brian got up and turned on the Keurig. Every muscle in his body ached.His primary concern was the throbbing in his brain.He should have let the night end with that dinner with Jeanie and Abby.He meant to just give the two boys subliminal commands and call it a day.He let them get the better of him.Beer. Video. A sister sent to me...”“Let me guess, Annalise Guerrero-Burgos y Fernández de Córdoba.”“Got it on the first try.” He said.“A sister sent to me for safe keeping ... I did the best I could. Then you and she paraded your barely dressed bodies in front of the worst possible selection of reprobates this side of the Left Coast.”Admiral Turner interrupted, “Do you have any idea which one of those young idiots drugged her drink?”“Not a clue...” I started.He looked terribly disappointed. I raised my. You slapped me. That’s abuse. Plain and simple. No exceptions, loopholes, or what have you. We’re finished as a couple. Probably for the best. The talk was coming, but I would have liked to end it nicer than this,” I stipulated.“What’s ‘the talk’ about?” Nadia asked me, truly puzzled.“Fidelity or lack thereof. I’m not the faithful sort. You probably would have kicked me to the curb for that,” I assumed.“That’s not how we do things in Russia. There’s never a ‘talk.’ Woman never bring it up. Man. 'That explains the wet spot.' I thought. But who did I sleep with?I looked across the bed. Whoever it was was still there and just as nude as I was. I could only see her legs since the whole upper part of her body was wrapped in the top sheet from my bed. As I rose to take care of my bladder I looked at the bare legs and ass, since she was laying on her stomach. Very sexy and shapely legs. It looked like whoever they belonged to liked to keep them well toned. The right leg was laid out straight.