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Was it good? I can say quite honestly, that it was by far the best in town, not just made with red wine, lemonade and a bit of fruit thrown in but a whole host of ingredients, all in small doses but it tasted delicious and it kicked a punch. Okay, it was a bit more expensive than most but it was well worth it. “The large jug, you sure? If it’s just for the two of you, can I suggest you try a medium first, it is quite powerful.” “That’s okay, I’ve already been warned but hey, we’re on holiday, so who cares? No. we’ll have the larger one.” I gave him a smile, I liked this guy, “You’ve been warned.” I said with a laugh in my voice. He picked up the jug and two glasses, “Anyway, you look strong enough to carry me home if I need it.” There was a huge grin on his face. Before I could stop myself, it slipped out, “I’ll carry you home anytime, handsome.” I managed to add a big laugh to make it sound like a joke but Solo I think I meant it. I saw Sophie weaving her way through the throng on her way back up from the loo. Toys Her face was a bit flushed, well I did warn them. She saw me look and she waved to me before changing direction and coming over to the bar. “You okay, Sophie?” I asked her. “Me, I’m wonderful,” she replied, “your Sangria is all that it’s cracked up to be, I love it, you know we’ve had two jugs between us.” For the second time this evening, her hand came and rested on mine, “And are you going to offer to carry me home as well as Pete? I might like that,” she indian giggled, squeezed my hand again, then off she went. What is it with these two? I’m sure they’re both chatting me up. Very strange but quite exciting, I thought. This could get interesting. The last few stragglers were leaving and I was collecting the remaining glasses shower when a hand tapped me on the amateur shoulder, it was Sophie, “It’s been a lovely evening, Angie, we’ll see you again tomorrow I expect,” she leaned forward and kissed my cheek, then she whispered, “I think I can manage to get home unaided, shame really.” She was giggling again. Over her shoulder I saw Peter approaching, he was smiling broadly. How very odd, I would have thought he should be looking anything but happy, what with Sophie’s obvious flirting with me. But he simply took my hand for a second and said, “Good-night and thank you, Angie.” When I got home, I switched the tele on to catch up on the news while I had a coffee. My mind, however, kept drifting back to my current favourite couple. I pondered on their strange behaviour but even more, I wondered at my feelings, I realised that I was attracted to both of them, they were both fun, great company and both were utterly gorgeous. He was so ridiculously handsome and she was more than beautiful. So I decided, it looks like I am bi now. By eleven in the morning the pool was already getting busy, toasted sarnies, coffees, beers and even ice creams, were doing a roaring trade. Peter and Sophie came in, Peter looking somewhat bleary-eyed but not Sophie, “Morning, Angie, got anything good for a headache, like some paracetamol or something,” asked Peter. I handed him a packet, “All part of the service, we like to keep the customers happy,” I grinned, “would you like coffees or soft drinks?” Sophie answered, “we’ll have coffee please, oh, and one glass of water for Pete, he can’t handle it as masturbation well as me,” her eyes always seemed to sparkle, “later you can perhaps tell me what else comes with the service.” Shit! Lisa asked coyly, as she grabbed hold of Jan's whole breast, and started gently squeezing it in her hand. And, as you said, a guy can't be expected to stop once he's been turned on." 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