The Luxor Hotel: The Very Next Day

'Good morning, everyone.'

'Good marks…I mean…good morning, Emily.'

'I heard that, you jackass.'

'No, you didn't…'

'I have good hearing. Nice try, smart-ass.'

'Damn…'

Emily sighed and sat down in Murphy's lap. Connor and I weren't awake yet 'cause we were up all night having sex. Emily obviously had some fun 'cause she was covered head-to-toe in bite marks and hickeys.

'Holy hell, Emily!' exclaimed Romeo as he walked out from the bathroom, 'did Murphy try to eat you or something?!'

'No,' said Emily, observing her marks, 'he just likes to bite. Hard.'

'I'm a Piranha,' said Murphy, 'they live in the Amazon.'

Emily laughed, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend.

'Murphy Noah MacManus,' she said, 'you are not five years old anymore.'

Murphy laughed. He nibbled Emily's earlobe, growling like a playful puppy. Emily giggled.

'Murphy…' she said between hysterical giggles, 'that tickles…'

'Jane gets me good sometimes in my neck at night, too,' said Michael, rubbing his neck.

'She inherited her mother's canines,' said Paul as he sat down on one of the chairs, 'Marie had fangs.'

Everyone murmured. I walked into the living room wearing one of Connor's shirts, yawning and stretching. I looked over at Emily. I jumped.

'What the fuck happened to you?' I asked, looking at the marks that covered my mirror's body.

'Ask the Piranha,' said Michael, getting up to go to the kitchen.

I looked at Murphy. I raised my eyebrows at him.

'Murphy…' I said sternly, 'what the hell did you do to my sister?'

'I just bit her,' said Murphy, 'no big deal.'

'Bit her?' I said, pointing to all of the marks, 'I think you tried to eat her.'

'Eat her,' sniggered Rocco.

Emily growled. She threw a pillow at Rocco, hitting him in the face,

'Who tried to eat who now?' said a voice.

Everyone looked up. Connor came stumbling out of our bedroom. He had a hickey covering the Virgin Mary tattoo on his neck. I blushed a bright red.

'What the hell happened to your neck?' asked Duffy.

'Nothing…' said Connor, putting his hand over the hickey.

'I find it funny that a hickey - which means sex occurred - is on a tattoo of the Virgin Mary,' sniggered Michael.

'I always knew tha' Rebecca was a sucker,' laughed Murphy.

'Shut the fuck up before I punch you both in the throat,' I growled.

'Whoa!' said Murphy, throwing his hands up in surrender, 'wha' crawled up yer ass an' died?'

'Maybe a hickey-bug,' chuckled Michael.

'I'm fucking warning you,' I snarled.

'Settle down, Becky-Bear,' soothed Connor, stroking my hair, 'settle down.'

Murphy sniggered.

'Becky-Bear?' he repeated, 'tha fuck kind o' nickname is that?!'

'If ye don' shut tha fuck up, I'll let 'er hit ye,' said Connor, 'I'm fuckin' warnin' ye, Murph.'

'Aww…' said Murphy, 'did I piss off tha Rope Baby?'

'Shut yer fuckin' mouth, Murphy,' said Connor, 'I ain't foolin' around, asshole.'

'Yes, Murphy has an asshole,' said Michael, 'thanks for clarifying.'

'Stay the fuck out of this, asshat,' I snarled.

'You should know me by now,' said Michael, 'I'm a rebel and I love to break the rules.'

'If you want children, I suggest you shut it before I castrate you with Murphy's Rambo knife,' I said.

'You win this time,' said Michael, getting up, 'I'm gonna go see if Jane's awake.'

'That's right!' I said as Michael walked away, 'go wake up your damn girlfriend!'

Michael gave me a weird look as he continued to walk to his room. I growled.

'Honey, are you feeling okay?' asked Paul, 'you're very moody today.'

'It's my time of the month,' I groaned, flopping on the sofa next to Romeo and Angelica, 'fucking hormones.'

'That explains why you're so moody,' said Angelica.

'Remind me to stay on your good side, Mamacita,' said Romeo.

I groaned, putting my head back against the sofa. I get really bad cramps when I'm on my period. I fucking hate being a girl sometimes.

'I am in so much pain!' I moaned, 'Connor! Get me a heating pad!'

'I will in a second, sweetheart,' said Connor, stroking my hair.

'Hurry…' I groaned, beginning to cry from the pain, 'it hurts…'

Connor walked back into the living room with one of my heating pads. I sighed with relief.

'Thank you,' I said, putting the heating pad on, 'you are a life-saver.'

'Aww,' smiled Connor, 'ye saved mine, so it's tha least I could do.'

Dolly grumbled to himself as he watched Connor comfort me. He's been hopelessly in love with me ever since Connor and I started dating, and he just could not let go of his feelings for me.

Michael walked into the living room, carrying a still-sleeping Jane in his arms.

'Aww…' said Paul, 'poor Jane…'

'She's so tired,' said Michael, gently sitting down on the sofa next to Connor and I.

'Last night must have worn her out,' said Greenly, looking at the slumbering Jane.

'Yeah, it must have,' said Michael, brushing Jane's hair out of her face and kissing her nose.

'She did a lot o' dancin' last night,' said Murphy, 'no wonder she's tuckered out.'

'I'm feeling last night in my feet,' laughed Isabelle, 'my blisters have blisters.'

'Totally worth it, though,' I said, 'I got to make out with a couple of hot chicks before we left.'

'An' Connor got an insta-boner from that one, Rebecca,' said Murphy.

I laughed. Michael looked at Jane, frowning slightly.

'My poor baby,' he said gently, cuddling Jane closer to him.

'She's definitely like her mother,' said Paul, stroking Jane's hair, 'she and Marie were cheerleaders.'

'Jane was a cheerleader?!' said Rocco, sounding very surprised.

'If I recall correctly, she went to Clinton,' said Michael.

'You are correct,' said Paul, 'I was the quarterback for the Gaels. Marie was the head cheerleader. That's how she and I met.'

'Rebecca and I were cheerleaders in high school,' smiled Emily, 'we still have our old uniforms.'

'You?' said Connor, raising his eyebrows at my sister, 'a cheerleader?'

I turned around and looked at Connor. I grinned deviously.

'How else do you think I'm so flexible when we have sex?' I teased, winking at him.

Murphy gagged. Emily smacked him in the chest.

'Behave, Mister,' she scolded.

'You wanna see some moves, guys?' I asked.

'YES!' said Connor excitedly, 'YES!'

I giggled.

'Alright,' I said, getting to my feet, 'I suggest people move so I don't crash into anybody.'

Everyone moved and gave Rebecca some space. She took a deep breath and did a picture-perfect back-flip. I posed, smiling brightly.

'Ta-da!'

Everyone broke into applause. Michael took out his camera so he could record some of my moves.

'That's not all,' I said, 'watch this.'

Everyone watched in amazement as I did come cartwheels. Dolly turned green with envy as I cart wheeled past him and back.

'Wow!' said Duffy, applauding as I began to do back-flips, 'impressive!'

'That's my sister!' said Emily, applauding me.

'That's my fiancée,' purred Connor.

'ONE MORE CHEER!' chanted Michael, 'ONE MORE CHEER!'

I laughed.

'And now for the grand finale,' I said, 'you recording this, Michael?'

'Yup,' said Michael.

I took a deep breath. Then I exhaled. Then, without hesitation, I jumped and landed into the splits. Everyone gasped in amazement.

'Ta-da!'

Everyone but Dolly applauded. I smiled brightly at all my friends.

'Bravo! Bravo!' said Romeo, 'bravo!'

'Woo!' cheered Michael, 'bravo!'

I stood up and bowed as everyone applauded. Doing that routine brought back memories, and I loved it.

'Thank you,' I said as I bowed, 'thank you.'

'You're welcome,' said Michael, high-fiving me, 'awesome job. I'm putting this online.'

I smiled. Then, before I could even think, Connor got up and walked over to me, kissing me passionately. I clung to the wall to keep my balance. Murphy groaned.

'Did I turn you on Con-Con?' I giggled as Connor squeezed my ass.

'Con-Con happy,' moaned Connor, kissing my neck, 'Con-Con horny.'

I laughed.

'You're adorable,' I said, 'really adorable.'

'Oh, brother…' groaned Murphy.

Michael looked away from Connor and I. Jane was still fast asleep in his arms. He frowned.

'Aww…' he whispered, 'Janey-Bear…'

'Let her rest, sweetheart,' said Angelica, looking at Jane, 'she had quite the night last night.'

Michael frowned again. He stood up gently with Jane still in his arms.

'Okay,' he said sadly, carrying Jane to their room so she could sleep for a little while longer.

Connor ran his hands up my legs and back. He stroked my clit through my panties, teasing me. I giggled.

'Someone's a little hand-happy,' I teased.

Murphy gagged loudly. Emily smacked him upside the head.

'Oww!' cried Murphy, rubbing his head.

'Behave,' scolded Emily.

'I want ye so fuckin' bad right now,' said Connor, pulling me closer to him, 'yer a fuckin' tease.'

'Uh-uh,' I said, pulling away, 'no sex for a week. I'm bleeding, remember?'

'Ohh!' said Murphy, 'burn!'

Murphy laughed hysterically. Connor looked at me, shocked and sad.

'Wha…' he whispered, 'what?'

'Oh, no…' I said, 'please don't cry…please…'

Too late. A small tear ran down Connor's cheek. This is exactly why I hate being a female.

'I'm sorry, baby,' I said, wiping the tear, 'don't cry.'

Connor didn't say anything. He turned away, not meeting my eyes. Then, suddenly, an idea flew into my head. I grinned deviously.

'Con-Con…' I said in a sing-song voice, 'oh, Con-Con…'

Connor turned around. He looked at me with the same expression on his face.

'What?' he said.

I laughed. I took off my shirt. Since I had just woken up, I didn't have a bra on. Connor's eyes lit up. A smile slowly crawled across his lips as he stared at my naked chest.

'Are you hungry, sweetie?' I said, leading Connor back over to the couch.

'Starving,' said Connor, licking his lips hungrily.

I smiled. I sat down, beckoning Connor.

'Come here, honey,' I said, 'come to Momma.'

Connor shook his head. He knelt down in front of me, latching onto my left breast. I moaned gently as he sucked, stroking his hair gently. Michael walked back into the living room after he had put Jane back in bed. He sat down next to Paul, sighing deeply.

'I've never seen Jane that tired,' he said, 'ever.'

'She really wore herself out, man,' said Rocco, 'dancing will do that to you.'

'I hear you,' said Michael, 'I'm just not used to her being that tired.'

'You better get used to it, sweet cheeks,' said a voice.

Everyone looked up. Jane was standing in the hallway. Her hair was in a loose bun and her eyes were bright red. Michael beamed.

'Janey-Bear!' he said, running to her and hugging her tight.

'Easy, love,' said Jane, cringing slightly, 'I'm sore.'

'Sorry, sweetie,' said Michael, sitting down, 'come here.'

Jane followed Michael over to the other couch. She gently sat in his lap, cringing as she moved her legs. Paul smiled at his daughter.

'Good morning, honey,' he said cheerfully.

'Good morning, Daddy,' smiled Jane.

'You got some serious moves, Mamacita,' said Romeo, 'I didn't think you could move like that.'

'I was a dancer and a cheerleader, Papi,' said Jane.

'The most beautiful Clinton Gael cheerleader ever,' smiled Michael, kissing Jane on the cheek.

Jane blushed slightly. Michael laughed, cuddling her gently.

'I miss cheerleading…' said Emily.

'Me, too,' I said as Connor pulled his head off my breast, 'I kinda miss Detroit, too.'

Connor licked his lips. He smiled at me.

'Thank you, Mommy,' he said, kissing my cheek.

'Watch your teeth next time,' I said, putting the shirt back on, 'ouch.'

'I sowwy,' said Connor, kissing my breast.

'Is there a reunion happenin' any time soon?' asked Murphy.

'November,' said Emily, 'it'll be a re-do of Senior Prom.'

'We should book a flight in the future,' said Michael.

'An' I'd like ta see yer cheerleadin' outfit one o' these days,' said Murphy, waggling his eyebrows at Emily.

Emily giggled.

'You'll see it soon, my quarterback,' she said, winking at Murphy.

Murphy purred. He nibbled Emily's earlobe, growling playfully. Emily laughed.

'Murphykins!' she giggled, 'stop it! That tickles!'

'Never,' said Murphy, nibbling harder.

'You're silly, Murphy,' said Emily, playfully swatting Murphy's arm.

'But ye love me,' said Murphy, kissing Emily on the cheek.

'Yes,' smiled Emily, 'yes, I do.'

Connor smiled at his brother, then he looked at me, smirking deviously.

'An' my sexy fiancée is tha most flexible girl in the world,' he purred, 'Connor likey.'

I laughed as Connor turned me around so I was straddling his lap. He pulled my face to his, kissing me passionately. Dolly growled.

'Just rub it in my face, why don't you?' he mumbled to himself.

Michael noticed Dolly's mood. He looked at him, glaring.

'Aww…' he said sarcastically, 'look at the sad and lonely head-start kid that had his heart broken by a girl he's not even dating.'

Dolly glared as Michael imitated a crying face. He has had enough of Michael's griping.

'Shut up.'

Michael raised a brow at Dolly. Everyone watched with interest.

'What did you say?' said Michael.

'I told you to shut up,' said Dolly.

Michael's eyes began to turn black. This is not a good sign.

'Uh-oh…' said Isabelle quietly, 'you're in trouble now…'

Michael cupped his ear. This was gonna turn ugly.

'Speak up, boy!' he said, 'come on!'

Dolly roared.

'I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!'

Michael glared at Dolly. He got up, his nostrils flaring angrily. Uh-oh…

'He's dead,' said Angelica.

'It was nice knowing you, Dolly,' said Emily.

Well, well, well…' said Michael sarcastically, 'you finally learned to stand up for yourself. Very nice. The only person who needs to learn to "shut up" is you, bitch, 'cause I had it up-to-here with your excessive bitching!'

Michael grabbed his gun out of its holster. He pointed it to Dolly's temple. Connor and Murphy jumped up, standing in front of Emily and I, ready to jump if Michael was ready to pull the trigger.

'LEARN TO GROW THE FUCK UP AND GROW A SET OF BALLS TO FINALLY STEP BACK FROM A GIRL ALREADY TAKEN!' roared Michael, 'EVERYONE HAS HAD ENOUGH OF YOU BEING FUCKING DEPRESSED CAUSE YOU CAN'T HAVE REBECCA! ASSHOLE, FIND YOURSELF A SINGLE GIRL YOU COLOSSAL DOUCHE-BAG ASS-HAT FUCKING BITCH! TELL ME TO SHUT UP AGAIN!'

Michael cocked the gun, his nostrils flaring angrily. I stood behind Connor, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

'Dude…' said Dolly nervously, holding his hands up in surrender, 'put the gun down…I'm sorry.'

Michael growled. He pistol-whipped Dolly's skull, knocking him out cold. Everyone jumped. Romeo, Rocco, Isabelle, and Angelica all ran to their rooms, scared.

'You better be sorry, bitch,' hissed Michael, spitting on Dolly before slamming his gun down and storming off. Jane sighed.

'Damn it…' she said, running off after her boyfriend.

Nobody made a move. Nobody made a sound. I clung to Connor tightly, tears slowly beginning to stream down my cheeks.

'Connor…' I whispered.

'Shh…' whispered Connor, reaching around and wrapping his arms around my waist, 'he's not mad at ye, love.'

'He opened a mental wound,' said Emily, sensing what was wrong with me, 'a really bad one, too.'

'Fuck…' whispered Connor.

I shook harder. Connor turned around to face me. He wiped my tears, gently stroking my cheek.

'Rebecca,' he said sternly, 'as long as yer wit' me, no soul will dare hurt ye. I promise.'

I sighed. I closed my eyes, not looking at Connor. I was so scared, I could barely speak.

'Then where were you when Giovanni did what Michael just did to Dolly to me?' I choked.

'Don' say that, baby,' said Connor, brushing my hair out of my face, 'don' say that.'

'Giovanni used to pistol-whip us on a daily basis,' said Emily, 'he hit her the hardest because she screamed louder than me, and he loved hearing her shrieks of pain.'

Connor sighed. I began to cry harder, my entire body shaking. My knees became jelly. I could barely stand. Connor wrapped his arm around me, keeping me balanced.

'I'm sure Michael didn't mean ta scare ye, love,' he said, drying my tears, 'he was jus' stickin' up fer ye.'

I shook my head as fresh tears began to fall. All I could hear in my head was the sound of Giovanni laughing as I begged for mercy when his men tied me up and left me in his office so he could pistol-whip me and rape me.

'No…' I sobbed, 'no…'

Connor put his finger under my chin. He gently raised my head so I was looking right at him. I could see the pain and despair in his eyes as he looked at me.

'Do ye believe me, baby?' he said softly, 'hmm?'

I sighed.

'Of course I believe you,' I said.

Connor sighed. He opened his arms.

'Come here,' he said.

My knees gave way. I collapsed into Connor's arms, holding him tight as I sobbed.

'Shh…' whispered Connor, stroking my hair, 'it's okay…'

I regained composure. I kissed Connor on the cheek, not letting go.

'I love you,' I whispered, 'I love you.'

'I love ye, too, Becca-Bear,' said Connor, 'forever an' always.'

Murphy sighed. He turned to the side, facing Connor and I, opening his arms.

'Come 'ere,' he said, 'come give me a hug.'

I smiled at Murphy. I walked over to him, hugging him tight.

'Thank you both for saving us,' I said softly as I hugged Murphy, 'thank you for bringing us to where we are today.'

'T'was tha least we could do, Rebecca,' said Murphy, stroking my hair, 'Giovanni paid fer his sins. Now he's rottin' in Hell where he rightfully belongs.'

I pulled my head off of Murphy's shoulder. I smiled at him.

'You're both our angels,' I said, kissing Murphy on the cheek.

Murphy blushed. I walked back over to Connor, hugging him tight.

Just then, Michael walked by us. He looked at the ground, not noticing any of us. He walked into his and Jane's room and sat on the bed, not closing the door. He hung his head, thinking about what he had done. Emily sighed.

'Michael Anthony Hunter!' she called, 'get your ass out here!'

Michael looked out of his room at Emily for a brief second before hanging his head again, looking at the floor. Murphy sighed.

'Ye owe someone an apology, bro,' he said, 'now.'

Michael sighed. He got up and walked into the living room. He stood in front of me, looking me dead in the eye.

'You hate me, don't you?' he choked.

I sighed deeply.

'I don't hate you,' I said, 'it's just…what you did brought back memories…'

I guided Michael's hand to the right side of my skull. Emily and I both had to have multiple surgeries to fix our skulls from where Giovanni had hit us. Michael gently felt my skull, wearing the same expression on his face. He sighed sadly.

'Look,' he said, 'I'll admit that what I did was blown into overdrive and that I have a bit of a temper. What I did and the results that followed brought up - just like you - a past that none of us like. When Jane told me that I scared you, it hit me like a bolt of lightning that I sliced open a mental scar that strikes fear into your heart. I got a split-second glimpse of your look, and I knew that what I did was right but wrong at the same time.'

Michael sighed again, gently tracing the bumps and caves in my skull. I could tell that he was hurt, and I didn't mean to hurt him. Not one bit.

'Rebecca,' said Michael softly, 'I'm sorry that I scared you. That wasn't my intention. Rebecca, if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, great. If not, I understand.'

Michael dropped his arm. I sighed.

'I forgive you, Michael,' I said, 'it's not your fault that Emily and I were beaten senseless on a daily basis.'

Michael sighed with relief at my words. I knew that he didn't mean to scare me.

'Thank you, Rebecca,' he said, hugging me gently, 'next time if I get in a mind-set of rage, I'll tell you to cover your ears and eyes.'

I smiled at Michael. I kissed him on the cheek before walking back over to Connor. Slowly, Connor ran his fingers along my skull. He fought back tears as he touched me. I never told him about this part of the abuse. Ever.

'Baby…' he whispered, 'why didn't ye tell me about this?'

'Oh, baby…' I said softly, stroking Connor's cheek, 'please don't cry. I meant to tell you, but it slipped my mind.'

'He really did a number on ye,' said Connor softly, 'yer skull is really caved.'

Connor accidentally touched my sensitive spot. I flinched.

'Oh!' said Connor, 'am I hurtin' ye?'

'I'm okay,' I said, 'it's just that this side of my skull is really sensitive.'

'Sorry, love,' said Connor, moving his hand.

'I have a similar injury, only it's the left side of my skull,' said Emily, 'she and I have had to go through multiple surgery to fix the injuries that we suffered at the hand of Giovanni and his friends.'

'Well, he's dead,' said Jane as she walked into the living room, 'he's rotting in Hell along with his son and his goons.'

Connor gently kissed my skull. I sighed.

'Connor?' I said.

'Yes, baby?' said Connor.

'Can you sing to me?' I asked, 'please?'

Connor smiled.

'O' course I can,' he said, 'anythin' fer you, my love.'

I smiled. Connor sat down, pulling me into his lap. I snuggled in close to him, listening intently.

Reach for the speed, reach for the whistle, go where the rail may run

Reach for the words, reach for the stories, follow the rainbow sun

To Shining Time Station where dreams can come true

Waiting there for you

So much to see, so far to travel, so much to learn, to know

Friends by your side, hopes to hold onto, who knows how far you'll go?

To Shining Time Station where dreams can come true

Your own imagination waiting there for you

Connor ended the song. I smiled at him.

'That was beautiful,' I said.

Connor smiled.

'Yer beautiful,' he said, kissing me gently.

'You're an absolute angel,' I smiled.

'My Lovely Lady,' smiled Connor.

'Wow,' said Murphy, 'for once I don't want ta throw up.'

Emily elbowed Murphy in the ribs. Murphy grunted.

'Behave,' scolded Emily.

Murphy growled. He nibbled Emily's earlobe again. Emily moaned.

'Fuck you for knowing my weakness…' she whined.

'This is payback fer last night, ye brat,' said Murphy, nibbling harder.

'Stop it,' said Emily, fighting back giggles, 'you're making me horny.'

'Nope,' said Murphy, nibbling harder, 'it took all my will-power not ta tear yer clothes off last night at tha club. Payback's a bitch.'

Emily growled. She grabbed Murphy by the ear, dragging him to their room.

'You are an ass, Murphy,' she said, throwing him into the room and slamming the door.

I laughed.

'Wow,' I said, 'that was something else.'

'An' they say that I cave easily,' chuckled Connor.

'Nibble on her ear, she's putty,' I said, 'bite my neck, I'm putty.'

Connor raised his eyebrows at me. He grinned deviously. Uh-oh.

Michael came walking out of his room, followed by Jane. They had gone and meditated while Connor sang to me so Michael could collect his thoughts.

'What's up, y'all?' he said, 'where did Murphy and Emily go?'

Just then, we heard a voice coming from Murphy and Emily's voice. We knew whose voice it was immediately.

'OH, MURPHY! OH. GOD. MURPHY! OH, GOD! DON'T STOP!'

Michael blinked.

'That answers my question…' he said.

'So, if I bite yer neck, ye become putty, do ye?' teased Connor, 'is tha' a challenge, my love?'

'Don't you fucking dare,' I said, 'you know I can't have sex right now.'

'You are talkin' to one o' tha Boondock Saints, my dear,' said Connor, 'I don' follow tha rules.'

'Connor Adam MacManus,' I scolded, 'don't you even think about it. I will kick your fucking ass.'

Connor laughed.

'Challenge accepted.'

Before I could stop him, Connor began biting my neck. I moaned loudly.

Suddenly, there was a loud banging coming from Murphy and Emily's room. We all knew what that noise was. The headboard was banging against the wall.

'MUR-PHIL-Y!' chanted Michael, 'MUR-PHIL-Y!'

Connor bit my neck harder now. I snarled, shoving him down on the sofa. I stripped myself of my shirt, straddling his lap.

'Ooh!' said Connor, 'someone's feisty!'

'You are an ass, Connor,' I growled, kissing him hungrily, 'you really know how to push my fucking buttons.'

Michael smirked at Jane. The Spell of Sin City was in full-circle.

'You wanna go have some fun, baby?' he whispered in Jane's ear.

Jane grinned. She dragged Michael off to their room. Michael cheered.

'I LOVE THIS CITY!'

'God dammit, Rebecca…' moaned Connor as I stuck my breasts in his face.

'What?' I teased, 'you enjoying the view?'

'I'm enjoyin' something…' said Connor, staring at my chest, 'God damn…'

'You want these, Con-Con?' I teased, squeezing my breasts, 'do you?'

Connor snarled. He bit my breasts. Hard. I moaned loudly.

'Oh, Connor!' I moaned, 'yes!'

'I can't fuck ye fer an entire week an' yer doin' this ta me,' growled Connor, 'yer a fuckin' brat.'

I laughed.

'I never said you couldn't titty-fuck me,' I said.

'Yer too fuckin' much sometimes,' said Connor, 'way too fuckin' much.'

I giggled.

'Are you gonna leave my breasts all alone without a big, hard, throbbing Irish cock between them?' I teased, 'or are you gonna make me your slut?'

'That fuckin' does it!' growled Connor, standing up and slinging me over his shoulder, 'yer getting a fuckin' spankin', Missy.'

I laughed. Connor carried me into our room, slamming the door. Just then, Dolly began to come around.

'Ohh…' he moaned, 'what happened? Why is my temple bleeding?'

'Michael pistol-whipped you,' chuckled Duffy, 'and he knocked you out cold.'

Dolly growled. Slowly, he got to his feet. He looked around the living room, frowning.

'Where did everybody go?' he asked.

'OHH, GOD, JANE!'

'OH, EMILY! EMILY! YES!'

'YER A FUCKIN' WHORE!'

Paul sniggered.

'Does that answer your question, Dolly?' he teased.

Dolly grumbled. Duffy, Paul, and Greenly sniggered.

'You all owe us coffee, Dolly,' said Paul, 'you know what I like. Café latte. Twist of lemon. Sweet 'N' Low.'

Dolly hissed. He stormed off to his room, slamming the door. Paul laughed.

'Wow,' he said, 'someone's sensitive.'

'I think so,' chuckled Greenly.

'Me, too,' laughed Duffy, 'me, too.'