No one. Phoebe can’t let it happen

Phoebe stands up from where we are hiding. She walks loudly, purposely stepping on branches. She calls out, “Hunny!? You out here? I heard screaming! Is everything okay?”

My best friends untangle themselves. Joey calls, “Hey! I’m over here. Ross and I were just having a disagreement. But we’re all better now.”

“Yeah. We’re too drunk. Dumb fight,” Ross says.

I stand up and walk, “Hey Phoebe, did you find them?”

“Yeah,” she calls back over her shoulder. “Looks like they were mud wrestling.”

“**** and sexual frustration is never a good thing,” I say, remembering my decision to put my tip in Phoebe.

“Tell me about it,” Ross says. He hits his fist into the mud, and yells out on the pond, “I’M SO FUCKING HORNY AND MY BITCH WIFE IS FUCKING ASLEEP!!”

Oh my. He is worked up. I try to calm him, “If it makes you feel better, I haven’t been inside my wife in three months, and I haven’t come inside her in two years.”

“Holy fuck, dude. That’s rough,” says Joey. “I’m pretty sexually frustrated as well. I participated in this contest, and I won, and I got to choose one of my friends’ sexy wives to fuck. Then everyone backed out like we didn’t all agree on the contest. It was fucking bullshit. I should have experienced some new wet tonight!”

Phoebe looks between all of us, “Wow it sounds like you guys have a lot of sexual aggression to get out.” She bites her lip, and takes her time looking each one of us in the eye, “Would you like to all take it out on me”