“We’re kind of a package deal now,” I said and gave Bethany a smile.“Wow. Okay. And what does that make me?”“Our secret boyfriend?” Beth...any suggested with a helpless little shrug.I looked back at Mark who was frowning in confusion. “Secret boyfriend?”I knew what Bethany wanted. Our bestie connection was white hot at that moment. “You don’t like that bimbo you’re dating. Just dump her and play with both of us instead.”“Play?” he asked, obviously still struggling with the situation.“Yeah,” I. They wore long-sleeved shirts with pants that were tucked into their boots, dressed like policeman or security guards, but in regal purple instead of black or blue. They had Masonic insignias on their upper arms and on the baseball caps that they wore, and they had belts from which zip ties, walkie-talkies, and sidearms were hanging. They had been chatting, but as Ryan came into view and raised his weapon, he saw their smiles falter.Ryan fired twice, the noise making his ears ring in the. “Welcome to the club!” Dee said. * It was the fifth day of interviews and publicity events for Vic, Dee, and Lisa. “We are going to have a photo-shoot and sit down with some columnists,” Vic said and kissed Lisa and then Dee. The kisses were wet and sensual. “Where’s Lord Harold?” a reporter shouted. “He’s touring in Europe,” Vic said. Later, Lisa and Dee sat down to with local entertainment columnist. “The ‘director’s cut’ has the media buzzing. Was it post production?” he asked. “What. She held my cock as I went and the sensation was awesome. Shortly after, perhaps a few days, she went to the pee routine again but wanted me to hold my hand in her stream while she went. I gladly did so and then she asked me to taste the pee on my hand. I hesitated but she urged me on and watched expectantly. I licked my hand and was surprised that I liked the slightly salty taste of her piss. The next time she did it, she sat on a fallen tree branch and pissed right into my mouth. I loved it.