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She handed me a glass of wine. “Here. They should be here any moment from now.”

“What? Who?” I say, collecting the fragile glass from her hands. We have both changed into our nighties and were lazily relaxing on a recliner positioned at the balcony. We could see the bustling of the streets from here.

The view was epic as the stars littered the night sky.

She sat down. “I was talking about the massage crew. They should be here in no time.” She glanced worriedly at my stiff shoulders and legs. “You look like you need it.”

“I really do. Eros offered but I rejected it. We had a made out session.” I pouted at Emily. “I was nearly disgraced!” I didn’t want to go into much details because of how tired she looked. If she asked, I wouldn’t be able to resist letting her know of those women who felt they were better than me.

She sat up quickly. “A made out session?” She squealed in excitement. I guess she didn’t hear the last part of my statement. “Squeeze out the juice, ho