He was getting used to looking like a pansy throwback to the sixties. If he shut his eyes, and ignored the strange chanting, he could even pretend he was at some cool festival somewhere, not sat in a circle at in the middle of the forest, witnessing some strange ritual.
The chanting increased and he cracked one eye open, to be able to fully appreciate a now half-naked Julie gyrating her hips. Sexy Julie was the only reason he was here. Dean was not going to pass on a chance to get into her knickers. He was next in line.
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Till next week, folks.