Brandy Brown

It dawned on me that one of the new guys was the guy Tiffany had been dancing with. It was Mark, but I didn't remember his name. I didn't feel like talking to him or making small talk, so I adjusted my seat and blocked his view of me behind the jocks. In a lull in the sports fans conversation I overheard Marks buddy comment. "Are we gonna fuck Tiffany again tonight?" Mark nodded. "She will be at the piano bar again tonight, I'll bet on it." My gut tightened. What did I just hear? "Let's film it this time. I want a souvenir of the cruise!" Mark again nodded. He seemed to be deep in thought and stared at his beer. "It's gonna be a big night." He said. The blood ran out of my