AN: Sorry for the delay. Hope you all enjoy it. There's a bit of S&M at the end, and if you don't like it, you might want to skip the scene with the twins. Thank you for the reviews and the interest.

Chapter 7

Lucas

I'm playing point guard for the white team. In twenty minutes, I managed nine points, until they discovered that one six foot six blocker pretty much eliminates my far away three-pointer, half a dozen assists and got the ball stolen four times. I wouldn't call it a humiliation, but it did cut me down to size, even if I suspect they were going easy on me. It was also the most fun I've had, since that day I spent with Brooke. I sit next to coach, who pats me in the back with a smile. "That was not bad, doc. If you work harder on protecting the ball, you can give my guys some real practice."

"Thanks, Coach. I appreciate it. I won't bother you guys again."

"Oh, no. I want you back on Thursday. Is your heart ok?"

"It's fine. Truth is, with the drugs I take these days, I could have played whole games in high school, and I might even have played college."

"You and your brother playing for the same NCAA team would have been a joy to see. Are you ever bringing him?"

"He's coming next week."

The players stop by as they hit a break. "Hey doc! What was that? Can't keep your hands on the ball?"

"I make my living with a knife, not a ball."

They laugh. "Maybe you should try cutting up the ball instead of bouncing it."

Lucas: Just played w/ Knicks.

Brooke: Soooo?

Lucas: Humbled, not humiliatd

Brooke: Nice going, bfrnd! ;)

I stare at my phone. "bfrnd?" Damn, I miss her.

I buzz Allie in, and she takes a minute to climb up the stairs. I wait for her with the door open.

"A fourth floor walk up? That's gonna get old." She walks in, containers of chinese food in hand. Her mouth opens a bit as she takes in the space. "Wow. You could train horses in this place."

I pick up the food and place it in the kitchen counter. There's a pair of chrome and fiberglass high chairs next to the counter that are the only seats in the house. "It looks bigger empty."

"Still... Why do you need such a big place?"

I shrug. "I don't know. Wanna tour?"

"Sure."

The tour ends at the bathroom adjoing the master bedroom. The room itself is big enough for a small cocktail party. There's a double sink, a separate toilet, a huge wall mirror, a large, glass enclosed shower stall with one of these multiple-jet shower heads and a Jacuzzi big enough for a threesome. Allie looks at the Jacuzzi with that unreadable smile of hers and removes her shoes. "Do you have towels?"

"I bought a couple of towels this morning. They're in a bag in the other room."

"Go get them, big boy. We need to take this bathtub out for a spin."

I come back with the towels, and she's already filling the tub. "Do you have any bath salts?"

"I think I saw an open container left somewhere here." Indeed, there's a little open container of jasmine scented bath salts left in a corner. I hand it to her and she pours some in, the sweet scent filling the room. She wiggles out of her skirt, and I help her pull out her top. She is wearing a very comfortable-looking pair of cotton panties and bra. I unhook the bra from the back, and cup one of her breasts, kissing the light brown nipple, teasing it until it hardens. She hums with pleasure.

She takes a step backwards, removing her panties in a slow, seductive motion.

"Looking nice."

Her smile deepens. "Nice, hm?" She steps, fully naked into the bathtub and sits facing me, eyes bright with expectation. "You're wearing too much clothing." She wants a little show, and I'm happy to provide it. She plays with herself while I undress, the tip of her tongue showing between her lips. I join her in the tub, after turning off the water and turning on the pumps. She jumps me as I set myself down, kissing me and impaling herself on me. "What, no foreplay?"

"Fuck foreplay."

She starts moving slowly, making little whimpering noises while she does it. I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. "Yeah, fuck it." It takes me a little while to get there with her. Once I do, I hold her to slow her down a bit, let the ride last a little longer. I arch my back, lifting her from the water, making our dance slower and deeper. Very soon I feel her muscles spasming. I haven't finished, but I'm very close. While she is still coming, I lift her up and turn us around, settling myself between her legs. She crosses her legs around my back and bites my shoulder. The sharp little pain and our joint motion brings me right over the edge.

We lie together on the air mattress, under a comforter, her head resting on my chest. My mind does its restless wandering. This thing with Allie, sex and friendship, still sits a little awkward in my mind. She makes it easy, first by being sweet and very down-to-earth about it, and second, by her unhinhibited enthusiasm when the clothes come off. I recall the amazingly sexy scene of her pleasuring herself in the tub, as she watches me undress. Then a picture of a naked Brooke doing the same thing, bubbles up spontaneouly in my mind.

"Hey! Ready for an encore?"

I look at her. I know I can just tell her. "A stray thought about Brooke."

She laughs, and grabs me, squezzing gently. "She would be pleased to know you think of her in these terms."

A bit of my inner conflict must have shown in my face, because she turns serious. "Don't worry too much. Soon she'll come back, and whatever happens, happens. It shouldn't stop us from having a bit of fun now."

"Is that what we're having? Fun?"

She giggles and tickles me. "What? You think this is work?"

I wiggle to escape her tickling and laugh. I have grown quite fond of this woman. I'm pretty sure this thing we are doing will turn into a lifelong friendship. "I get more out of it than just pleasure. So do you."

"I know. As long as I can walk away without hurting you, and vice-versa, we're fine."

I look into her eyes, and what I see is happy, relaxed and sweet Allie. She's told me there's a guy out there that owns a big part of her heart. She calls him "the jackass". He has no idea what he's missing.

"I guess we're fine, then."

Lucas: "Moved in today."

Brooke: "Grt! Celebrate?"

Lucas: "Me, Allie, Jacuzzi."

Brooke:"Oh, the envy. Just kill me!"

Lucas: "Party when you arrive?"

Brooke: "Cute bball players?"

Lucas: "Of course!"

Brooke:"Count me in. Missya! Bye. xxx."

Lucas:"Missya more. Bye. Xox."

I wake up with the buzzer from downstairs. I look around. Allie is gone. I answer the buzzer, and, much to my surprise, It's Nathan. He climbs up and I open the door for him. We half-embrace.

"Hey, man. So good to see you."

"You too. So this is the place, hm? Looks nice."

"Just look around. Wanna coffee?"

"Had some at the airport. You're just waking up?"

"Yeah. How's everybody?"

"Just fine. Jamie had his first varsity game last week. Sixteen points, three assists."

"Nice. Did they win?"

"No. But they didn't embarass themselves. By the way, Haley sends her love."

"Please, send mine back."

Nathan stops and stares at me. "Do you have a girl here?"

"No, but she was here until a couple of hours ago. How the hell do you know?"

"I caught I sniff of something girly. And you look too happy. Who is she?"

"Allie. Colleague from work. Girlfriend of sorts."

"Of sorts."

"Not too serious."

He smiles. "She hot?"

I think again of Allie in the bathtub and smile. "Sizzling."

"Nice going. She's the first after she-who-should-not-be-named, right?"

"I had a date before, but it didn't lead to anything." I think about mentioning Brooke, but that's a bit too hard to explain.

"Good going, man. You looked kinda down back in Tree Hill, but I'm glad to see things are looking up."

"You up for a little pick-me-up game?"

He looks surprised. "Always. But don't you have to work?"

"Yes. You'll see."

By the time we get to Tarrytown, Nathan knows where we are going. He's never seen the Knicks training facility, but he is curious. The team is warming up as we get to the court. I introduce Nathan to the staff, although most of them already knew his face.

Coach pats Nathan in the back. "So, are you ready to play with my team for a bit?"

"What do you mean?"

Coach looks at me and smiles. "So, it's a little surprise. I see. For the past few weeks, your brother has been playing on some of our practices. He was supposed to bring you along when you were in town. So, why don't you two go warm up with the team? Scrimmage starts in fifteen."

We start warming up, but Nathan is looking a little dazed. "So, little brother. Do you like your surprise?"

"Are you kidding me?" He frowns at me. "Can you hold your own with these guys?"

"Sometimes. Coach is expecting a sample of the old Scott magic. Ready?"

He gives a huge smile. "I was born ready, big brother."

It takes a little while to get back on the groove. We fumble some passes, get easily blocked, but soon we're managing to confound their defense with some fast, unexpected plays, Nathan is still an awesome player, fast and powerful. I make a couple of long shots, and he manages a few nice dunks. We play for about twenty minutes, rest, and play for another twenty. As Coach ends the practice, the team gathers around Nathan. Some of the older players knew Nathan from his college or NBA days, and even the young guys had seen him play one time or another.

Coach approaches me, slapping my back. "That was a good practice, Doc. It was great to see you two in action."

"Thanks." I look at Nathan, beaming at the other players. "It was fun."

We're back at the car, driving to the hospital. His pitcher is going to show up late this afternoon, so I'll check on my post-ops, do a quick assist on a clavicle repair with Callie and maybe take Nathan to meet Allie before his guy shows up.

"So, I take it you enjoyed my little surprise."

"Enjoyed? It was the most fun I had in ages. Those guys are good!"

"Of course. The thing is, you're good too."

He looks serious. "Luke... I know it's crazy, but. Could I go back?"

His question surprises me. He quit before pressing medical reasons forced him, which was a great idea. I've been keeping track of his physical condition since, and, although there is some remaining weakness in his lower back, things are quite a bit more stable now than they used to be when he played. "As your doctor, I would say you do have a couple of seasons in you, if you want them."

"What about as my brother?"

"Depends on how much you want it. You have a business to run, and your family has become used to having you around. There's risk of injury. Not as serious as when you left the game, but it is still there. Think carefully."

"What if I could play for the Knicks?"

That blows my mind. "Really?"

"One of the assistants floated the idea, very casually."

"I would be much more at ease if I could keep an eye on you myself."

'I'll let you know."

We park the car, and walk towards the hospital's main entrance. From a distance, I see Allie, talking to a guy I don't recognize. She's speaking softly, but the set of her shoulders and the tight gestures suggests she is less than happy. I tell Nathan to wait for a bit and step into her line of sight. She smiles as she sees me, so that I approach cautiously. The guy is short and slight, almost pretty and with a pleasant voice and a heavy australian accent. I slide my arm across Allie's back, and she molds herself against me. The guy is both surprised and dismayed by my presence and familiarity with her. Allie introduces us. "Lucas, this is Chase, my ex-husband. She gives him a sweet, poisonous smile. Lucas is my boyfriend."

I greet him with a little smile. "A pleasure."

He gives me a haughty once over. "The pleasure is all yours, I'm sure."

I exchange a glance with Allie, who adds in a dry tone. "He feels the need to compensate with bad manners for his small dick." I shrug. I hadn't seen Allie's mean side before.

He gives Allie a death glare, which she answers with her little smile. "Anyways, what can I say to Cuddy?"

"Forget Cuddy. You tell your boss that if he wants anything from me, he's gonna have to come and ask it himself."

"And that's your last word."

"Yes."

"Very well, then." He turns around and walks stiffly back to the parking structure. I look at Allie, and she is still a little tense. I lift her chin up and give her a long soft kiss on the lips. "Hm. You're good."

"Thanks. Can I introduce someone too? I promise this one is fun." I beckon Nathan and he approches with a big smile. "Allie, this is my little brother Nathan. Nathan, Allie, my girlfriend."

He shakes her hand. "You were absolutely right."

"What were you right about, Lucas?"

"I mentioned you, and he asked me if you were hot. I said "sizzling"."

She gives us her small, pleased smile. "Well, thank you both." She gives Nathan a once-over. They do seem to grow handsome in your family. Are there more of you?"

"There's a fifteen-year-old that got us both beat."

"Another brother?"

"No. My son."

"Aren't you a bit too young?"

Both Nathan and I laugh. "Yeah."

"You boys take me out to lunch later?"

"Around one. Gotta assist in a surgery at eleven."

"I'll be at the ER. Just find me there."

"Very nice to meet you, Allie."

"Likewise, Nathan."

We watch her as she walks away. "That's one very cool girl, big brother. Good job!"

"Don't read too much into it. I told you, it's not serious."

He frowns at me. "And why the hell not? I saw that kiss."

"There's someone else. For both of us, actually."

"And who's your someone else? You not referring to..."

"No!" I pick up my cell and show him a picture of Brooke.

"Wow!" He looks again at the picture and frowns. "How old is she?"

"Eighteen."

He seems thoughtful. "Damn. Interesting life you have."

I laugh. "You could say that."

Brooke

I've spent most of my morning packing boxes, and I'm not even half done. I can't take all this stuff to our apartment, so I'll be placing a fair part of it in storage, together with my car. I'm closing a box when I hear the sound of high heels coming from behind me. I turn around, an involuntary smile beginning to form on my lips. She is wearing a two-piece blue Chanel with a white silk blouse, a nice pair of white Manolos with a matching clutch. As usual, she looks cold and distant. I am sweaty, grimy and dressed on an old sports jersey some boy left, and exercise shorts, so I do what I usually do under the circumstances. I yell "Mommy!", and jump her with a tight hug. She stiffens and quickly pushes me away with a disgusted look.

"Brooke. What do you think you're doing?"

I give her blinky puppy dog eyes, and use a girly tone. "Hugging my mommy."

"Oh, quit your games, you stupid child. Are you ever growing up?"

I really hate this woman. I place my hands under my breasts and wiggle them at her. "Look, mommy. All grown up now." What can I say? She brings out the worst in me.

She gives me a tired look. "Call me Victoria." She looks around, taking in the closed boxes, and the half-full ones. Her eyes stop when she sees a couple of unfinished sketches I left on the bed. She picks one up and stares at it, frowning in concentration. She can't keep the surprise out of her voice. "These are pretty good. Is this your work?"

I take the incomplete designs out of her hands and shove them in a folder where I've been keeping my work. "Just something I've been playing with." I'm halfway done with my "homework", and I've been enjoying it.

"So. Where are you going?"

"New York."

"Why? You're done with high school?"

"I sent you an invitation to my graduation. Did you get it?"

"No... wait! I do recall seeing something like this. I thought it was a joke."

I play with my acquamarine. "It wasn't."

"What are you going to do in New York?"

"Oh, I don't know, mother. I'll probably ditz around the party circuit until I can snag myself a suggar daddy." I can feel the tears coming and I try to hold myself together.

"But why New York?"

"Why not?"

She sneers at me. "Don't count on any further help, young lady. The moment you step out of this house you're on your own."

"I've been on my own since I was ten years old. I can take care of myself."

She opens her purse and gets out a checkbook. That's what passes for affection in my family. She fills out a check and hands it to me. "Here. This is your graduation gift. Use it wisely, because you're not getting another penny from me."

It's a hundred thousand dollar check, made out to me. I feel the fury swirling in my mind. She thinks she has earned gratitude with this stupid check. I feel like ripping it to shreds and throwing in in her face, but I don't do it. I know exactly what I want to do with this money. I give her a bleak look as I fold the check and stick it in my bra. "Thank you mother. Please transmit my thanks to father."

She turns her back and begins to walk away. "Take care of yourself, Brooke."

I keep playing with my pendant, as I feel the tears begin to roll down. "I will."

Brooke: "Just saw my mother."

Lucas: "So?"

Brooke: "I hate the bitch."

Lucas: "I'm sorry."

Brooke: "Don't be. She gave me some money."

Lucas: "If you can't get love..."

Brooke: "Kkkkk. I wan't to start an internet business."

Lucas: "What kind of business?"

Brooke: "Clothing line. Mom's gift is starting capital."

Lucas: "How much?"

Brooke: "A hundred grand."

Lucas: "That might do it."

Brooke: "Can you help?"

Lucas: "Of course."

Brooke: "Thnx."

Later that day I receive a message. I've been enrolled on an e-course from the Columbia Business School on setting up an e-commerce business. There are classes, a reading list, and even an e-chat line for questions. So nice to have him on my corner.

At night, I go to a beach party with Rachel and some other friends. It's a bit sad, as everyone is gearing up to leave for whatever comes next. Rachel and Mountain have become inseparable lately, and I worry about the adoring looks he gives her. I drink a couple of shots, and find a nice looking boy to make out with. A little later, the boy is getting frisky, and I find myself debating whether I take him back home or not. I could use a little pick-me-up between my legs, and my companion appears to know what he is doing. At that point, and much to my own annoyance, I find myself completely turned off, and decide to head home by myself.

I watch a couple of lectures from my e-course, and then get completely wrapped-up on a text about business plans. A couple of hours later, Mountain and Rachel walk in, Rachel a little drunk.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"What does it look like, slut?"

Mountain walks around my desk and peeks at my work. "Business plans, Brookie? Friday night at one in the morning?"

"We came by cause someone said you went home alone. I just wanted to check this. Not only you dropped that cute boy on the beach, you came home to study. Who are you, and what did you do with my friend?"

"I just wasn't in the mood for a meaningless fuck."

She scoffs. "And why not?"

That shuts me up. Why the hell not? Is it the remaining anger with my mother's little visit? Melancholy about leaving behind everything I've ever known? Frustration that the guy I really want is three thousand miles away, probably fucking somebody else? I shake my head. "I really don't know. I'll make you a promise. I'm getting laid before we get into that U-Haul truck, all right?"

"That's the spirit!"

I get up, stand if front of Mountain and capture his eyes. "You know she's gonna break your heart."

He gives a brief glance at Rachel. His eyes are both amused and a little sad. "I know Brookie. I just think this little time with her is worth the pain."

I stand on tippy toes and give him a little kiss on the lips. "You're a good one, sweetie. You're gonna make some girl very happy one day. Don't forget that."

"I won't. Thanks, Brookie. You're a good one too."

Rachel is frowning at me. "I ask again, what did you do with my friend?"

"Oh, grow up!"

"Come, we're out of here."

"Have fun, guys." At least Mountain knows what he is getting into. I suddenly realize what's up with me. Back of my head, I know I need to grow up fast, if I'm going to be with him. So, in my own way, that's what I'm doing. Acting grown up. I laugh. I might be overdoing it a bit. I guess it's time for something crazy. I hunt for a phone number and call.

"Brooke?"

"Hi, Chris. "

"What can I do for you, girl?"

"You know that old offer of yours? I'd like to take you up on it."

"Just a second." There's some shuffling and a muffled conversation in the background. "Next Friday?"

"Perfect. Your place?"

"Of course. Eight o'clock."

"Should I bring anything?"

"Just your own sweet self."

I might be a bit over my head in this one, but that's exactly what something crazy means.

Next morning I finish packing my stuff. In the spirit of growing up, there's one little thing I've been putting off.

The house is a spanish-style mansion, with an L-shaped front surrounding a fountain. Julian's father is a bigwig Hollywood producer, and his mother a minor starlet turned aging trophy ex-wife. I knock on the door and a serious-looking latina woman answers.

"Is Julian home?"

"I believe he is in his room madam. Are you expected?"

"No." I saunter towards his room. "He won't mind the surprise. I promise."

I can hear music, some kind of rap, coming out of his room, and I knock. After ten seconds without a response I knock louder. "Julian?"

I hear his voice screaming from the other side. "Go away!"

"Julian, It's Brooke! I'm coming in."

I open the door and he's standing in the middle of the room, in his boxers, glaring at me. "What do you want, Brooke?"

"Just talk to you a bit. Why don't you get dressed and meet me downstairs, by the pool?"

"Fine. I'll be right down."

I sit in a lounge chair by the pool, waiting. Soon, Julian comes down and sits beside me.

"What are you doing here, Brooke? I thought we were done talking."

"I'm sorry, Julian."

He gets up and looks at me. "You're what?"

I smile. "I'm sorry. I've learned something recently that made me realize I wasn't fair with you."

He frowns. "I don't understand."

"I knew, when we were together, that you were much more into me, into us, than I was into you. I was just playing, having fun, enjoying the attention. I wasn't thinking about you. This was selfish and wrong, and my only excuse is that I didn't really know better. You're a good guy, Julian, and you didn't deserve what I did to you. I'm sorry."

He nods. "What happened? What brought this change?"

"I'm falling for someone, hard. He's been really careful to take things slowly. At some point I realized why, and how that reflected into what happened with us."

"I see." He paces back and forth, muttering to himself. "Look. I don't know how I feel about your apology. Mostly it confuses the hell out of me. But I do appreciate your offering it. Whoever this guy is, he is bringing out another side of Brooke Davis. A good side." He sits. "I wish you luck."

"Thanks."

He smiles weakly as he speaks. "Now get out of here."

"Good luck at USC."

"Bye,"

Brooke: "One week to go."

Lucas: "Counting the minutes."

Brooke: "Me 2."

She knocks on the door at the right time. She is wearing a green sun dress, sexy black underwear and flip flops. In her bag, she has a change of clothes, just in case. One of the twins opens the door. "Chris?"

"Nah, Josh." He smiles. "Come on in." They are identical twins, five ten, black hair and green eyes, solid built and gym buffed. They are about twenty, and I've known them most of my life. Their family has money, but after they graduated high school they decided to become professional beach bums, and the family cut them off. Since then, they've been a hot item among the bored and restless women up and down the coast. I hear the going rate is five grand a night, and there's a lot of repeat customers. They've been after me since I grew boobs, The idea never really appealed, although I can't deny a bit of curiosity, which I guess I'm about to satisfy.

Josh sits next to his brother. They are both wearing old jeans shorts and identical smiles.

"You nervous, sweetie?"

"A bit."

"Why don't you sit here between us? " I drop my bag at a corner and sit between them. They speak in whispers. "You're used to being in control."

"Yes."

"Today, you must surrender. Let us be in control. Can you do that?" They caress my thighs over the dress, and kiss me in the neck and cheek. Their hands feel soft and their breath hot. Yes, I want this. "I can surrender. I trust you two."

"Very well. Just relax."

They guide my movements with gentle hands. One of them kisses me deeply and the other finds a spot in my neck and sucks. We get up and they remove my dress and underwear, leaving me naked between them. Two pairs of hands roam my body, caressing my breasts, my buttocks, everywhere at once. I feel enveloped by a large four-handed, two tongued lover with a faint smell of leather and aftershave.

"Do you like it in the ass?"

"Yes."

"We are going to fuck you together. But first we are going to play with you a bit."

I'm beginning to melt under their attention. "All right. Play with me."

They tie my wrists together and stretch my arms over my head, tying them to a hook in the ceiling. They use a lever, and adjust the height until I'm on the balls of my feet. They sit down on the couch and look at me, like a pair of lazy cats. They are in charge, so I wait, wondering were we're going next.

They wait a minute, maybe two. "Don't worry. We have you exactly where we have wanted for a while, so we're going to enjoy it a bit." I wait, feeling the strain on my shoulders and the heat as those four eyes enjoy the sight they've created. "You look very sexy like this." They get up and circle around me, still without touching. They begin kissing me, caressing my body, exploring me with their fingers and tongues. Ears, neck, mouth and breasts, buttocks and belly button. Legs and feet. I moan, enjoying their attention. They begin to explore my folds, and things go to a different level. "Ah, you enjoy this, don't you?" My reply is inarticulated moans. One of them goes down on me, sliding his tongue across my folds and using his fingers inside me, while the other keeps his attentions on my neck and breasts. When I'm beginning to feel myself coming, they stop. I make some frustrated noises, and they sit back at their couch and stare at me.

They wait a few minutes, while my frustration grows. When I'm about to complain, they are back at me, sucking and fingering, caressing and exploring. I tingle under their attentions. A greased finger, maybe two, go into my back hole, finding a sweet place to caress. A tongue is again at my folds, and pretty soon, I'm getting there again. And again they stop and sit before I can quite get there. This time I complain. "No! Please!"

They laugh, softly. "Little Brookie is impatient."

"But we are not."

They wait a few minutes and go at it again, bringing me to the brink of orgasm and stopping. By now I'm so strung out and bothered I cry a bit. "Please!"

After a couple of minutes, one of them brings out a large vibrator and shows it to me, while the other whispers in my ear. "Little Brooke want to come?"

"Yes, please."

"Then beg."

"Oh, please, please. Let me come."

"Beg more."

I begin crying in frustration. "Please, please. Make me come."

They squeeze the vibrator between my legs. In a few seconds I have the strongest orgasm of my life. I probably spend a whole minute buckling and screaming, as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

They untie me and carry me to a big bed in the next room. I kneel in the bed, as one of them massages my upper arms and shoulder with some kind of oil and the other kisses me and plays with my breasts. Their jeans shorts are gone, and there are two nicely sized erections in view. I take one of them in my mouth, while I pump the other with my hands, and alternate. Now they are moaning. "Out little Brooke is quite an artist." I try to get them off like that, but they had other plans. One of them slides inside me from behind, while I keep working the other with my mouth. Now we're all moaning. They switch places a couple of times. Finally one of them lies in bed, facing up, and I straddle him, taking him deep inside myself. He pulls me towards him, as the other positions himself and whispers. "Relax, Brooke." I relax as he slides into my other hole. They are both inside me, and I feel full to the point of bursting. Then we begin moving together. It's a little awkward, but once we get going, it feels incredible. They go in and out together, and very soon I coming again. Not nearly as intense as the first one, but still pretty nice. The one in my behind comes right there, and I finish the other one with my mouth.

We lie together in bed for a little bit. "Do you want to eat, Brookie? We made you dinner."

"Actually, I'm starving."

They bring out a shrimp mac-and-cheese and a salad, with a crisp white wine. It's really very good, and so are strawberries with cream we have for dessert. The conversation is lighthearted and pleasant, punctuated with long comfortable silences. After dinner they clean up and we sit down for a bit, sipping the rest of the wine.

"We are going for a shower."

"Care to join us?"

I smile at them. "Sure."

At the shower, we begin kissing and playing, and soon we are at it again. This time they take me standing up, holding me in the air with both of them inside me. It's even more awkward, but they make it work, moving me up and down like a toy with their strong hands. This time they come first, and then they finish me with their fingers and tongues.

My car is in storage already, so they drive me back home. They see the U-Haul truck parked in front.

"So, you're leaving, Brookie?"

"Tomorrow morning. Going to New York." They exchange a glance and smile.

"We hope you enjoyed your goodbye party."

"Oh, I did. Thank you, boys."

"It was our pleasure. We're going to miss you Brookie. This place is not going to be the same without you."

"I'm going to miss you two also."

"Come back to us, sweetie, anytime."

"Thanks. Maybe I will." I look at them as they drive away. A tear goes slowly down my cheek. I feel the strain on my shoulders, and the slight burning sensation on my wrists. It was good, even better than good, but it's not for me. I look around and I feel the faint smell of the oleander bushes and the salt tang of the sea nearby. For the first time, I know I'm done with this place. My heart is pulling me east, and tomorrow morning, I'll finally be following it.