She sent me the video from last summer on Martha’s Vinyard. She’s on film getting fucked and eaten by the late Josh. She’s right, you can’t se... her face clearly in the video, but you can tell the young woman is black, everyone knows she and Josh were friends, so it begins to look pretty bad for her. And that’s not even counting this latest video.”Suzanne laughed.“You know, she’s pretty upset, no question, but I think there’s more to it than she told me. I mean, the tears were real but there was. The next day my parents went out of town for a week to attend some relative wedding. They left in the evening and at around seven, Shandya called to check if i was coming. We met at a fancy restaurant, she was surprised to see only me. I told her that my friends had some prior engagements and were sorry that they couldn't come. We were talking and she took out a cigarette and lit it with the candle. I was taken aback. She saw my surprised face and told that she smokes when she feel really. “Fucking bitch, you have any idea of how much that costed?!” she snarled, catching even more the attention of the others.Of course, if it was any other day, or any other woman, the bartender would’ve stopped the two of them before things went even more violently, but apparently the sight was good enough to not make him move a muscle.Oh, fuck that. She was asking for a beat up.“Oh, it’s all right. A night out in the street would be enough to pay it back” the red-head responded, smirking for a. “Definitely,” we said in unison, then mum added.“You said earlier that I was to be sure I’m wearing underwear.”“Oh yes,” Mel laughed. “Well admission is fifty euros per couple, but ten of those are refunded if you take your panties off at the door and hang them up on a peg, you get them back when you leave if you want them.”“Wow, I think this is going to be my kind of a night,” mum giggled and said with a grin. “Do these count?” and lifted her skirt to show off her almost nonexistent.