Beachside Dinner

Reena was still looking down the next evening when they went out to dinner. That depression waxed when they sat Reena, D-Train, and Aaron down at the beach. Aaron was hoping these more private and opulent venue would allow Reena to forget about what happened. But then there was a second table set up. And of course, Max and Amy were at that table.

Max looked awkward, trying to focus his conversation with Amy about his latest book, about anything other than the next table. But Funbags was catty. And she wouldn't miss this opportunity.

"Look at that dear," she said, not making eye contact with anyone, but clearly not speaking to Max, "your ex-wife is with two men. I never knew she was someone of such ... loose morals."

"Babe," Max said, "we're here on holiday to celebrate the book publication."

"I know that," Funbags said, waving him off. "I wonder if she ever got laid as well as you fuck me. I bet these two men couldn't last half as long as you put together."

"Babe ..." Max said. "Waiter, we'll have two of the finest wine you got, please."

"Oh, I bet Reena would love some too ... but she looks pretty far along," Amy sneered. Reena gritted her teeth, staring down at the table. "We'll have to give her a good soundtrack tonight ... she's 206, did you know? We're 208."

"D-Train," Reena whispered.

"Yeah Reena?" the older Black bull inquired.

"Tonight ... fuck me so well you shut her fucking mouth up," Reena hissed. That gave Aaron an idea. He paid the bill, and walked down to 210. Mo answered the door.

"Bro?" he asked, surprised to see his white stepbrother here.

"Hey, Mo," Aaron said, fistbumping his stepbrother. "Listen, I need your help...you just gotta fuck that blonde of yours harder than you've ever fucked before ..."