The programmer’s name is Chris Gibson, and of course, you should remember Viktor Bykov, who is still the managing director.”“I’ll call them to...day, Vanya Konstantinovich. How are things in Moscow?”“Very good. I have other news for you!”“Tanya and Dmitry?” I asked.“Yes. Dmitry Sergeyevich has formally asked Tanya to marry him. She has said yes, which I do not think will surprise you.”I chuckled, “No. Her birthday gift to Jesse was from the two of them. That was pretty clear!”“They will marry on. She held it down, the doorbell tolling over and over.“Fucking hell!” roared from inside, a light flooding on from upstairs, shout coming through an open window.Footsteps thudded down stairs. A light flared on the first floor, bleeding through the arch window at the top of the door. A deadbolt lock twisted, then the door ripped open. A buff guy in white boxers decorated in hearts stood in the doorway, a baseball bat held in his hand.“What do you...” His words trailed off, seeing me and ten naked. The mat slides were fun. The wave pool was fun, even if it did tear Mike's top off again and again. Cindy laughed, but Mike silenced her when he complained that it wasn't his fault if he were too well endowed for a bikini. They soaked up the sun on the beach, the girls building a sand castle while the adults lounged and rested.The rope swing interested the girls for a long time. Once again, however, Mike found his boobs just wouldn't stay in his bikini. They tried everything, including the. " Any of you. What do you think about when you masturbate? I wanna know."Silence.Look. I knew they liked me, OK? And I could see them getting hard inside their swimsuits when we were swimming in the lake and they were looking at me in my bikini.I was just setting them up but they needed some help."I see you guys looking at me. Do you ever think of me when you jerk off?"More giggles. Boys!"Yeah, OK, like yeah, we do." We? How do you know to say, 'we'?" Well shit, Lauren Rose. You're a pretty.