"Oh my god, are those olives?" Mandy said."Yeah." Gimme some!" Mandy grunted.Brianna pushed the bowl over and Mandy grabbed a handful. She downed them... in three gulps, licking the savory saltiness from her fingers."So good," she said. She went to the food station and ordered a second bowl. On the way back to the table, a thought occurred to her."Hey," Mandy said. "Do you feel sort of ... knocked up?"Brianna popped another olive into her mouth and paused. "Mmm. Yeah, kind of."With their. "What?" That was three questions. Which one do you want me to answer first?" Don't be cute Rob; what is going on?" Okay then, I'll do them in the order that I like. First — where have I been. Here for the most part although I did go to a frat party Saturday night. Next — why haven't I answered the phone. That one is easy. I haven't answered it because it hasn't rung. My bad of course since I am the one who unplugged it. Then there is "Where were you Friday night." I was here. I called out for a. It was at least an hour or so, before the four of us had used each other enough to satisfy for the moment, we joined the two women on the patio, surprisingly they were holding each other, watching the meat on the grill and kissing each other. Not a daughter mother kiss, but a deep passionate kiss. Ali had her hand between Lexi’s legs, pumping her fingers in and out, my partner was in a sexual haze, I could see her eyes had rolled up in her head, and she was truly enjoying what was being done to. I eat it cold, not caring about the lack of taste, just eating for sustenance. Before dark settles in I climb back on the bike and head into town. I cruise the streets slowly, the Harley rumbling along gently. I stay mostly on the waterfront streets, searching for my goal. Finally I see it. I stop in the street, feet on the ground, half standing up and my eyes scan the Marina, checking the layout. I accelerate and lean into a turn, pulling off the street, and using the convenient size of the.