" They all knew what she was doingand tried to play along but the atmosphere was still a bit frosty by timethey had dumped their luggage in the middle... of the sitting room."Shall we?" asked Alison gesturing towards the heaped luggage.Anthony, for once, was first to move. He knew that the tension was hisfault and wanted to escape. He also knew that his mom still had to devisehis punishment and hoped it could be put off until she'd properly calmeddown. "Mom, is everything out the car?" Yes. Why?". Then another comment came from above, "I think you need some oil on those, Sue! If you need a hand, just ask, okay love?"She seemed to ignore the comment at first, but then retorted with, "Actually, a few of you seem to have very red shoulders... Do you want me to give you some of my suntan oil?" One of the guys [I'm sure it was 'Mr Gorgeous' - the one she had the hots for], called back with, "You can do us, if one of us can do you?"Now, this where her amazingly natural innocence kicks in,. “You can get on your knees and suck me off.” Marcos said boldly as he stood behind her. Rose’s heart dropped to her stomach. “What!? Hell no, I’m not sucking your dick for money. I’ll report this!” She said with fake bravado in her voice. “Go on ahead, I’ll denied it and just say you were desperate for money and tried to blackmail me. Everybody in here knows about your little problem.” Marcos countered her perfectly. He stepped in front of her, a smug grin on his pudgy face. Rose stood there. "Chief," Ben asked Kostowe, "Who the hell was Aristophanes?" Greek playwright, wrote 'Lysistrata'," Rudolphs answered for the Chief. He saw both Kostowe and Ben remained unenlightened. "The play was about a woman who ended a war by getting the women of a city to deprive their husbands of sex."Sandy giggled at Ben's sudden look of understanding, and laughed outright at the glare he gave her.Formal attire for Ben and Sandy posed something of a problem, however. Sandy owned no formal wear, not.