IR - Future Part 4

You find yourself in the back of another Swedish taxi, which is more of a cargo van. It’s so nice that it makes you embarrassed to be American. You’re also the only America.

Sun, Aki, and Lara are here. Aki looks quietly amused, as always. Sun and Lara are not trying to hide how funny they find the way that you squawked as they yanked you into this vehicle.

“It’s what now?” you ask, scratching your head.

“Don’t ask me,” Lara says with a shake of her head. “Swedish business. Her mum insisted that we do it. We were just going to take you to the pub.”

“Aw,” you say, moved. “You’re so sweet.”

“Least we can do,” Lara says, flashing you a V sign. You were a big part of Pink Team’s success during your one season of FUTA, which benefited everyone. Aki is back in Japan, doing whatever she does, but you happen to know that FUTA is huge in Japan, so it’s safe to say that her success is boosting her somehow. Sun is still with FUTA, relishing the exhibitionist opportunities that being a reality star affords her. And Lara is back to whatever she does, but you know that she loved her time at FUTA from both hearing and hearing of her conquests on weekends at the Lodge. She slept with the English girl from Blue Team, the Irish girl, a Polish girl, Sam from your team, Lili from your team, and you suspect Max as well. So, she does owe you. These goals that you scored let her score with a lot of girls.

“Well,” you say, looking at the three of them and quickly revising your plans for the weekend. You won’t be doing tourist stuff with your family after all. You’ll be partying with your old teammates. Not bad! “What are we doing?”

“We’ve bought you a present,” Lara says ambiguously.

“Um, wow,” you reply. “What is it?”

Lara looks at Aki and Sun, but they say nothing. She shrugs at you.

“It’s a weekend at a sex dungeon for masochists,” she says bluntly.

You are lost. “You what?”

“No, really,” Lara says with a laugh. “Swedes. We’re not having a laugh. Quite remarkable, really. I believe the Dutch have them as well.”

“Germany too,” Sun says, stifling a laugh as she watches your face.

“Guys,” you say, appalled. “I’m about to marry a perfect angel. We’re vanilla and exclusive. I can’t do sex stuff right before my wedding.”

“Oh, you’re no angel,” Lara says, waving a hand. “You’ll love it.”

Confused and a little hurt, you take that in. “I’m not cheating on Ingrid,” you say firmly.

“I don’t think you’ll have to,” Lara says ambiguously.

“What? What is that supposed to mean?” you demand.