'It wasn't a bomb, silly,' said the massage lady.
False alarm.
Those flashbacks can come on hard and strong.
Then I felt her boobs needing into my back.
Two erect nipples letting me know that a gorgeous set of tits were attending to my every need.
'Would you like another pina colada,' asked the attentive massage lady.
At this stage, I hadn't even seen her face.
It was tradition to keep an element of surprise.
'Of course, and how about a bloody mary,' I said.
Turn over, she said.
The voice was familiar.
I did as I was told.
Further up the longhouse, I could hear Max, Cindy and Novi talking and drinking and singing. They were having a jolly old time.
