The men tried to flirt with Miriam, but she seemed distant. When the end of the workday rolled around, there was still no word from Campbell, so every...one went home. A few even mentioned that they were going to take the next day off and get started on a long weekend.Miriam left the research campus and headed towards Campbell's house. He lived in one of the high-rises. In the penthouse suite, of course. He had enough money to own the building, but instead settled for the top floor. It even came. "Cheers!" I said.Angie smiled and we clinked glasses, then took our first sips."My, this is good," Angie remarked."A friend recommended it," I replied."You have good friends." That I do."I drank some more and thought about that. Maybe being just friends with Tamara would be pretty good after all. When I looked over, Angie had shifted position. She was sitting sideways on the couch, much closer to me than when she sat down. She leaned against the back of the couch, almost languorously."So," she. Did she fuck Trace before she left Boston and came home to me? When she got home was she still full of him? I know she always fucked me one last time before she left the house to fly to Boston. Did she have Trace eat her while she still had me inside her? Just the thought of me eating her after she had fucked him was enough to make me want to puke. I hesitated just a fraction and Madeline said:"Come on sweetums, you know how much I like it."I didn't want to, but I knew I had to; I had to keep. So when the the receptionist asked, “A male and female, two females or two male masseurs?”“Two males please,” Lucas and I responded as one with great aplomb.There are two massage tables side-by-side with our masseurs, Bill and Bob, dressed in white shorts and t-shirts.Both are in their mid-twenties with toned bodies and muscly arms. Bob is the more masculine one, while Bill appears to be slightly effeminate.“You can say and do anything you wish in here, what happens in here stays here,” Bill.