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Levi:I don’t know, maybe like twenty minutes?
Penny:Twenty minutes and you still didn’t touch the side boob? Oh my God, Posey, you weren’t supposed to be a massage therapist, rubbing her worries away. You were supposed to diddle her orgasm button.
Ollie:Yeah . . . this is on you.
Blakely:Twenty minutes of just . . . massage. Woof, Posey.
Levi:What the hell was I supposed to do? The minute she lay down, start groping her? I wanted to warm her up a bit.
Penny:Warm her up for a minute and then start caressing all the places you shouldn’t be caressing.
Winnie:I’m upset about this. Truly.
Blakely:Me too. This jackass comes in here thinking he can blame us when he’s setting up to earn his massage license.
Ollie:It’s insulting. I think we should just drop him out of the group. Clearly, he can’t take instruction well and then to turn it around and blame us. Typical man.
Penny:All in favor of voting Posey out. Say aye.
Winnie:Aye!
Blakely:Aye.
Ollie:Aye.
Levi:WAIT! Don’t vote me out. I’m sorry! I never should have blamed you. I see where I went wrong and take full responsibility for my mistakes. Please, please don’t leave me out here alone with no direction. I’m in over my head, and I need you.
Penny:*stares down at your pitiful self* I don’t know, queens, what do you think?
Ollie:I appreciate the ability he has to quickly admit when he’s wrong.
Winnie:It would have been nice if he called himself pathetic in the apology.
Blakely:I agree with that. An insult to himself would have been the icing on the cake.
Levi:I’m a pathetic little man. Please don’t leave me. < - - that better?
Winnie:Much.
Penny:We shall take the night to think about this apology. But this is your one and only warning. We’re the key to your success. Never forget that.
Ollie:Never!
Winnie:*points finger at you* Never.
Blakely:*Huffs*
Levi:Thank you, Queens. Thank you.
Chapter Twelve
WYLIE
The smell of fresh soap floats through the air as the tiniest sliver of light shines down on my face. Slowly, I open my eyes as there’s a clunk sound followed by a “fuck” coming from the other room.
Where the hell am I?
A scratchy, uncomfortable blanket rubs against my bare back as I shift up, and that’s when I realize I’m topless.
