And I agree. If not, you get seconds.”
Between her sobs, Megan responds, “Go to hell! Indian sex Then I look at Steph who gives me a worried half-smile. Maybe they’ll just… I’d love to tan with them, but my skin just doesn’t cook right in the sun, getting burnt too easily. Do you have any more?”
The guy who passed out the plates of food takes my plate back. My question is cut short as a piece of cloth is shoved in my face by some guy I’ve never met. I doubt it’s what they’re holding though. “I’m sorry, Steph.” I swing the axe down as I’ve been told to do. I nod and follow the guy. I pause for a few seconds and just look at him. I normally wax, but I’ve been held here a few days, so there’s some stubble to get rid of.
