The show was held in one of the hotel's banqueting rooms, with the catwalk stretching across the room and chairs placed all around. There was a small raised platform at one end, and a door leading back to another antechamber, which I used as the dressing room.The place was packed, numbers no doubt added to by press anxious to see the girl who took out a mugger.

I strutted my stuff, and there was an explosion of flash bulbs every time I appeared. But I found it all very amusing so the smile was completely natural.

The make up girl was good, but not as good as Hazel. Together we did okay. I had the hang of what Hazel did, so I took it as a personal challenge to manage my own make up.

About half way through, I saw Dave and Mike appear. Both were looking really tanned and healthy, wearing American football shirts and shorts. I blew them a kiss, which caused some press to glance their way. It was really strange, as I was unsure as to how I would feel seeing him again, but now I did, I felt all warm and fuzzy. Having him watching me gave me an extra spring in my step, and my smile was even bigger. I flirted with those males I could see, and really enjoyed the second half.

The show was a success, and it was ready to go on the road. Natasha had six to do over the next couple of weeks; in Chicago, Seattle, San Francisco, L.A., Miami and ending up at Washington D.C.. As I sat and changed into my own clothes backstage, I wondered how much time I would get to myself.

Natasha breezed in.

"Alex, Darling. You were fabulous, where you got that extra from in the second part, I'll never know, but everyone is raving about you. I have record enquiries and the orders are flooding in already."

I simply smiled, and she retreated back to talk to her many admirers. I was wearing a beautiful fawn dress, courtesy of the Kysinski label, and matching shoes. Natasha had given me several really nice outfits from the summer range, just to give her added publicity if I was photographed 'off duty'.

I had two days in New York before we set off for Chicago, so I intended to spend some of my ill-gotten gains on clothes.Dave was waiting for me by the door. We stared at each other for a few moments. Then I was in his arms, and it was as if that was where I was meant to be. We just held each other for quite a long time, finally he held me at arms length.

"Look at you! Shit, Sandi, you've changed."

"You look good too."

"Not like you. Bloody hell, you are amazing."

"Thanks, but it is all in the makeup."

He shook his head.

"Don't be daft, it is all of you. It is as if you have blossomed while we have been apart. My God, Sandi, I have missed you so much."

He drew me close, and kissed me, and I tingled all over. That yearning I had for him before returned, but tenfold. The kiss went on, and on, and on. The passion mounted and I felt him becoming aroused, as I was. I broke off.

"Thanks," I said.

He frowned.

"What for?"

"Reminding me."

"Of what?"

"That I think I love you."

He drew me back in to him.

"Did you ever doubt?"

"I don't know, possibly. I was so alone. You went away, Dad is still away, and Jenny's dad chucked me out of the hotel. I just felt left out."

"Were you really chucked out?"

"Not really, I volunteered to go. After the kidnapping I was under police protection and I didn't want to bring trouble to the hotel." He stroked my hair away from my face.

"You are so beautiful. I can't believe I went away and left you. I love you so much."

He kissed again.

Mike came in, and grinned.

"Thank fuck! Sandi, he has been bloody useless ever since we arrived. He kept pining for you, and when Jenny told us about the kidnapping, he was ready to jump on a plane then and there." I looked at Dave and he nodded.

"Sweet Dave, you would have done that for me?"

"If I thought I could have done any good. But to be honest, I got to the desk and the price was too much for me."

"You went to the airport?"

He nodded, sheepishly.

"Oh Dave," I said, and hugged him.

I broke off after a while.

"How long are you here?" I asked.

Mike shrugged and looked at Dave.

"We've no plans. We were in a 7/11 and saw the papers this morning. So I thought we would have to catch up with you. Jenny said you were modelling, and I was gob smacked when I saw you today. You look so professional," Dave said.

"Well you found me, so now what?"

"I dunno. How long are you in New York? We were going to hang around for a couple of weeks, and then head south to Florida for our last couple of weeks. That will give us a couple of weeks before uni," Mike said.

"What are your plans?" Dave asked, so I told him my schedule.

"We can't cover that sort of ground, although it sounds fun."

"I'll be busy for most of it anyway," I said.

The door opened and Simon appeared.

"Hey Sandi, you're wanted," he said.

"Okay, Simon, thanks. This is Dave Carter, my boyfriend from England. And this is Mike, his friend. Isn't it great? They saw the papers and tracked me down," I said.

"Hi, Dave. I heard about you," Simon said.

"Dave, this is Simon Haddow. His mother is the designer whose clothes I'm modelling. Simon was in the carriage with me when we were mugged last night."

The guys shook hands, but I had to smile as they eyed each other dreadfully. I had never experienced male rivalry on my behalf before, and it was quite flattering. Simon was bigger than Dave, actually he was bigger than anyone else I knew. But Dave was lean and looked a lot more with it. Simon had a slightly lethargic look about him, as very large guys sometimes had a tendency to.

"Hey are you guys coming to the party tonight?" Simon asked.

"Party?" all three of us said in unison.

"Yeah. There is a party at Flames, it is a nightclub downtown. Didn't you know,Sandi?"

"Nope, you just told me."

"Hey, it isn't too late to rent a tux, so come on, join us," Simon said. I was amazed, as he had hardly spoken that much in the entire previous evening.Dave and Mike looked at each other, and I knew the problem.

"Hey guys, I'll pay for the suits. Okay?" I said, "Besides, it will give you something to so while I finish up here."

"Hey, why don't you come with me? Sandi has a press call and Mom wants her close by for the publicity. So, I could do with getting out and this is as good excuse as any," Simon said.

Dave gave me a kiss and a squeeze, and left with Simon. I was sad to see him go, but as soon as they were gone, I found myself plunged into the press arena.

It was hectic, and I was surrounded by reporters and photographers. We were moved into Central Park, and I was asked to pose for hundreds of pictures. Meanwhile I was bombarded with questions, from what I ate for breakfast to which sexual positions I enjoyed. My father was also a keen topic, and I tended to blank them. I saw the FBI agents hovering at the sides, looking rather nervous and unsure.

Finally, they decided that they had milked me for everything they could, and I retired to the relative safety of the hotel. Natasha gushed with praises for me, and was totally over-the-top as always, but I felt it had gone really well.

"Have you seen Simon?" she asked.

"Yeah, he took the guys to rent some tuxedos." I said.

"The guys?" she asked, frowning.

"Yes, Dave and Mike, my friends from England. They just happened to be in town, and dropped in. So, Simon asked them to the party tonight. I never knew about the party." I said.

"Oh, I must have forgotten to mention it," she said, and she seemed rather put out.

"These friends, who are they exactly?" she asked.

"David Carter and his friend Mike. They used to go to my school, and they are over here until they start university in the autumn. I suppose Dave is the nearest thing to being my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend? You never mentioned a boyfriend?"

"Sorry, I did actually, but it didn't seem relevant. Besides, they are heading south in a few days, and we are heading west."

She frowned, and then smiled, as if working out how to arrange to get Simon closer to me over the next few weeks. She was so transparent, she liked everything to go her way, and I began to feel very sorry for Simon.

"I want you to wear one of the evening dresses from the collection tonight."

"Fine, can I choose?"

"Of course."

"Then I'd like to wear the black one with the plunging back. It's really lovely," I said, without hesitation, as it was a dream of a dress.

She smiled, she adored having her creations praised, and knew that the extra publicity would help establish orders. I went and collected it from the place it was being stored, and on my way back to my room, at about six pm, I met the guys. They were in high spirits and had managed to secure decent evening attire.

Simon kept looking at me strangely, and I was uncertain what I felt about him. He was just such a gentle bloke, and by feeling sorry for him, I found I had a tender spot for him in my heart.We all went to my room, and Dave and Mike went very quiet when they took in the splendour I was living in. Dave took one look at the double beds and then at me. I blushed and looked away.

I had often imagined him in bed with me and making love to me. But now it was a real possibility, I found that I was a little scared. I had been to my doctor, and had been on the pill since my last period, but that was in case, rather than for anything planned. Things were moving so fast in my life that I was less in control now than I had ever been.

Mike turned on the TV, and an American baseball game was on, and Simon started telling them what was happening and why. I was forgotten, and I felt miffed. All this time without seeing him, and now Dave was watching some silly game.

"Ahem!" I said, and only he looked up.

I was standing with my hands on my hips, and he got the message. He grinned sheepishly, and stood up and came over to me.

"Sorry. We got on well with Simon, he is cool."

He wrapped his arms around me, and I smiled. This was better.

"So, what time do we have to go out?"

I shrugged.

"It's an after dinner thing, so I thought we could go and have dinner somewhere, and go on from there," Simon said, without turning round.

I smiled, he was always aware of what was going on around him, he was a lot more astute than he looked.

"Do you know a fancy restaurant that we could go to?" I asked.

He nodded.

"I'll make a reservation for four, if you like?"

"Aren't you eating with Natasha?"

He coloured slightly.I understood and smiled.

"Oh, I get it," I said, and he went redder.

"What?" asked David.

"Nothing," I said, and smiled at Simon.

"Come on," he said, frowning.

"My Mom wants us to get together," Simon said.

"What, you and Sandi?"

"Yeah," he said, going even redder.

Dave looked at me, and I smiled, I still had my arms around him. "What do you feel about it?"

"I'm fine, I have my bloke, and Simon knows that and respects it," I said, and he smiled, but he was not entirely happy.

Simon went to the phone, and made a reservation for the four of us at La Belle Maison. It was a French restaurant not far from Flames.I went into the bathroom and had a shower. I had worked hard all day, and was gently glowing, as polite ladies said. Actually, I had been sweating like a horse, but the antiperspirants had worked a treat. I took my evening clothes in with me, and was going bra-less tonight, as the evening dress displayed my naked back, so I could not show a bra strap.

I slipped on my stockings and suspender belt. I loved the feel of the stockings, the sheer smoothness was mildly exciting. I slipped on some black lace panties, which were so small as to be a token covering only. By the time I slipped on the dress, I was partially aroused. I came out of the bathroom, and the boys were still engrossed in the game.

I sat at the dressing table, and concentrated on getting my make up just right. I went from a damp seventeen year old to looking like a twenty-something vamp. The dress was amazing, and I simply adored it, it was so elegant and felt wonderful against my skin.My hair was flowing across my shoulders, and I knew that I looked pretty damn hot. I put on some of the diamonds that Dad had given me, and I nodded at the result. The drop earrings, matching necklace and a lovely ring looked just the ticket with the black dress. I was a far cry to that miserable boy of a few months ago.

I turned round, and found myself staring into Simon's eyes. He had been watching me and not the game. Dave and Mike were oblivious, and I experienced a strange tug on my emotions.I smiled, and he smiled back, then he looked down, only to look up, with a faintly sad expression on his face. Dave turned round and saw me.

"Wooah. Sandi, you look scrumptious, babe," he said, and would have come and messed up my carefully applied make up.

"Dave, anything but 'Babe', okay?" I said.

"Okay, anything you say. Should we get changed now?" he asked Simon.

Simon was still looking at me, and I felt the colour rise in my face.

I licked my lips and he reddened, and shook his head slightly. Then he turned at spoke to Dave.

"Yeah. If you guys come to my room, we can change there."

"Since when did you have a room here?" I asked.

He grinned.

"Since last night. This way I get to be close to the action."

I shook my head and smiled.

They left, and I found myself in a rather confused state, I had fallen for two guys, and they were so different. Dave was my rock, the boy who had been there for me when I went through my troubles, and yet although I loved being with him and he made me feel good, he was from my home town, and was a ticket to a secure but possibly a rather dull existence.

Simon was something else, I found him charming and gentle, and he made me feel safe too. He represented a different world, and one in which I had never been anything other than who I was now. I found that appealed to me, for Dave would always remember Alex, and that was not something I wanted to have in my life anymore.

I stared out of my window, and tried to get my thoughts in order. I thought that I loved Dave, or was it just a sex thing? Well, I didn't have to do anything, did I? I could just play the waiting game, and see what happened. Perhaps Mr Right had yet to come into my life, or perhaps it was Dave, or even Simon.

I felt frustrated, and then I thought of Natasha, with her scheming ways. I almost decided not to even consider Simon because of that, and then felt sorry for him again.

Shit!Why couldn't life be easy?

On a whim, I called Jenny in England, and to my delight she was still up, as it was around midnight at home.

"Hi Jenny, it's Sandi."

"Sandi? Oh my God, where are you?"

"In New York. I've met up with Mike and Dave. We are all going out to dinner together, and then to a night club."

"Oh that sounds great. I spoke to Mike a few days ago, and told him about you. How is he?"

"He's great. He misses you, and Dave is the same old Dave."

"That sounds ominous. What's up?"

"I don't know, if I did it would be easier. I suppose Dave knew me as Alex, and I have left all that behind me. I still feel a lot for him, but I think I've changed too much. He seems to be the same, and I have moved on."

"Don't make any mistakes, just see what happens," she suggested.

I smiled.

"That is exactly what I plan to do."

"Have you met anyone else?"

"Sort of. Not really, it is just the son of the fashion designer, he is quite sweet, and I think he has fallen for me big time."

"Is he hunky?"

"Jenny, he is massive. He must be about six-six, and built like a brick shithouse. But he is very sweet and gentle."

"Uh-oh. Careful girl, you are getting complicated."

"Tell me about it. So the way I see things, I will stay neutral and let them fight it out."

She laughed.

"I wish I was there," she said.

"So do I. How's the hotel?"

"Very busy. I am working full time, and even Dad misses you. We are so short of waitresses."

"My waitressing days are over," I said.

"Lucky you."

At that moment Simon and the guys returned. I waved at them.

"Mike's back, do you want to talk to him?"

"Oh yes, please."

"Take care, and wish me luck."

"I do. May the best man win," she said, and giggled.

I gave the phone to Mike.

"It's Jenny. I thought you would like to speak to her."

He grinned and took the phone.

I turned to look at the two men in my life. They both looked very hunky and handsome. Both were six foot, and blond, both filled their tuxedo's well, and looked fit. I smiled, as this was a really tough one.

"You guys look fantastic. I fancy you both," I said.

Dave grinned and Simon went red and looked at his feet.

"Lets go to the bar and wait for Mike to catch up with us later."

Now the drinking ages in the States vary, but I was seventeen, and everyone knew it, but Dave was under twenty-one as was Mike, so they couldn't drink, but Simon could.We sat at a small booth, and Simon ordered the drinks. I selected an OJ, as I knew that it would be a long evening, and I did not want to lose control. I excused myself and went to reception, and booked the boys a room on the same floor. I then rang the FBI and told them my plans for the evening.

We arrived at the restaurant in time for the booking, and found it was one of the most fashionable in town. There was a line outside for hopefuls, which we casually strolled past. We were shown to our table by the Maitre de, who spoke with an outrageous French accent. He made a great play at pulling my chair back for me. Many heads turned as we entered, and I was conscious of being the single girl surrounded by three gorgeous men.

"Merci beaucoup, vous êtes très genre." I said to the Maitre de. He looked at me sharply and then smiled.

"Il est un plaisir, Mademoiselle," he said, in flawless French.

We were given menus and Simon took the wine list. I saw the prices, they were mostly in three or four figures. Dave and Mike were in a completely alien world, and it was a world in which I was becoming increasing familiar, and one in which Simon was well used to.

We ordered our food, and Simon ordered a couple of bottles of wine. I persuaded the lads that a couple of Buds would not be the best things to ask for. The food was a long time coming, and brilliantly presented and superbly cooked. The portions were not that generous, but then one wasn't paying for quantity but the quality.

I sipped one glass of wine, and the lads demolished the rest. I watched, and saw that Simon was drinking water. He was a shrewd one, that's for sure. He saw that I had seen him, and he raised his glass of water to me. I smiled, and looked away.

When the meal was over, Simon and I fought over the bill, and I let him win. We then took a cab to Flames. Dave and Mike were happy, bordering on very happy. It wouldn't take much to render them legless.

We arrived at Flames, and once again walked straight past the line of 'ordinary' folk, all queuing to get in. We found Natasha acting as queen bee surrounded by worshipping admirers. The music was loud, the lights were bright, and the drinks were very strong and very expensive. I started dancing with Dave, and after a few drinks, found myself with Simon, as Dave was 'having a little rest'. He and I stuck to water, and after another hour, I saw that Mike and Dave had indeed reached the legless stage. Natasha had started strong, but even her tolerance to alcohol had slipped, and she was wrapped round her current paramour.

The music slowed, and Simon's strong arms encircled me, and we danced very close for a while. I felt safe and secure, and he was so damn gentle. He was also so tall.I found myself staring at his bow tie, but he bent towards me, and started nuzzling my neck. It felt very nice, but I saw Dave sitting, semi-comatosed by the table, with Mike asleep with his head actually on the table.

"Simon."

"Hmm?"

"Enough, Honey. Not the right time or place," I said. Honey? Where the hell did that come from?

He straightened up, and looked at me, then at the table. He smiled, a little sadly, and nodded. He took me back to the table, and I glanced at the two sleeping beauties.

It was nearly one o' clock in the morning. We gathered up our two wayward children and left. Natasha was out of it completely. I flagged down a cab, while Simon held up the boys. We travelled back to the hotel, and he even helped me put them to bed in Simon's room. It was fun putting them together in a large double bed. I went back to my room, and he followed me. He watched as I checked in with the FBI, and he started to laugh.

"What?" I asked, as I put the phone down.

"You are the most amazing person."

"Why?"

"You are so calm and collected, yet so loyal, so true. Sandi, I never believed that anyone could be as wonderful as you."

"Oh, Simon, you poor schmuck. I'm not really."

"I love you, Sandi."

"I know."

He nodded.

"Is there a chance that you could ever love me?"

"Yes. I do a little already."

"Really?" he asked, looking hopeful.

"Oh yes. But I am torn, as I think I love Dave too. And I don't want to hurt either of you."

"You wear his ring."

I smiled, and looked at my right hand.

"Well, you haven't given me one yet."

"Would you like one?"

I smiled again.

"Simon, I am not ready for a serious relationship. I need to stop the world and get off for a while first."

"Hey, you are the first girl I have ever met I feel that I could grow old with, so take all the time you need."

"Oh Simon, why are you so bloody lovely?" I said, and started to cry.

"Hey, why the tears?" he said moving over to hold me.

"Because I can't choose."

"You will have to eventually."

"I know. But I'm only seventeen, and I am not ready to yet. Is that a crime?"

"No. It isn't a crime. But us guys like to have things straight."

"And I don't?"

"You can't have your cake and eat it."

"Bollocks, what else do you do with cake?"

He laughed.

He was still holding me, and it felt good.

"Simon, why do you guys like me so much?"

"Because you are honest and true, intelligent and funny."

"What about my looks?"

"They're okay, I guess." he said, smiling, and I punched his arm. It was like hitting a brick wall.

"Seriously, we love you because you are just a lovely person, and you make us feel good."

I felt so torn. It was awful.

"Well, I'm going to bed, if you want to stay, there is a spare bed."

"Do you mind?"

"If I minded, I wouldn't offer."

"Okay, I will stay, thanks."

"Then you take the bathroom first. We girls like to have our time in there without pressure."

He grinned and left me alone.

I undressed and slipped on my nightdress. I took my make up off, and he came out from the bathroom. I saw him standing watching me, and his expression was classic. I turned and looked at him. He went red.

"Simon, you look as if you are about to burst into tears!"

He smiled, and his face changed completely.

"I don't think I've ever met anyone as lovely as you," he said.

I walked over to him and kissed his cheek. Then I went into the bathroom. I looked at myself, and tried to see myself as others saw me, and couldn't. I was just me, a crazy mixed up kid, who had been through a hell of a lot, and probably had more to come. I cleaned my teeth, wiped my face with cleanser, and brushed my hair. He was already in bed when I came out. He was bare-chested, and I hoped he had some shorts on. He was sitting, leaning against the headboard, with his hands behind his head. His muscles were wonderfully defined, he was big!

"Goodnight, sleep tight," I said.

He just grinned.

"G'night."

It was two a.m. when I finally slipped into my bed. I was conscious of his presence, but slipped away with little problem.

I was aware that something was tickling my feet, and came fully awake. Simon was sitting on my bed, and tickling me with a leaf from a flower arrangement.I hadn't slept in the nude, but was immediately afraid I had given him a free show, but I was covered up.

"Hi," he said.

"What time is it?"

"Ten."

"Oh, are the others up?"

"I don't know, and I don't care."

I looked at him. He sat there on my bed, looking at me in such a loving way, my heart ached. I almost wanted him to just take me. Almost. He had a blue and white checked shirt on, and blue jeans. He was wearing the most amazing cowboy boots, with really pointy toes. They really suited him, and he looked really hunky.

"Well, I have no clothes on, so are you going to let me go to the bathroom, or what?"

He grinned.

"Or what."

"Simon."

"Okay, but it'll cost ya."

"What?"

"A kiss."

"Hmm, oh all right, it'll be better than wetting the bed."

He moved up the bed and lay beside me, and kissed me, and it was lovely. I put my arms round him, and I could feel my body responding, and knew if he didn't stop soon, I would drag him into the bed. But bladder pressure won, fortunately.

"Okay. Now I gotta go." I said, and he smiled, and rolled away and stood up.

"Thanks, I enjoyed that."

"So did I, now bugger off before I have an accident."

He kissed my forehead, and left me alone.

I had a shower and got dressed. I wore a skirt and a pretty little top. It was my free day in New York today, and I was hoping to get out and see the sights. Simon returned, and watched me put a little make up on.

"Sandi, you are so beautiful."

"You ain't so bad yourself," I said, watching his _expression in the mirror. He moved so he was standing directly behind me, and placed his strong fingers on my shoulders, and started to gently massage me. It felt heavenly, and I rolled my shoulders, and purred with pleasure.

"Is that nice?"

"Mmm, wonderful," I admitted.

He massaged me for several minutes, and I could not take any more, as my body responded with everything it had. I stood up, turned and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me, and we lost ourselves in the kiss.I had my eyes closed, and I had my arms around his neck, pulling him down towards me with my hands behind his head. He was just so damn big.The phone rang, and we broke off.

I answered the phone.It was Natasha.

"Hi Sandi. I've lost Simon, do you know where he is?"

"Yes," I said, as he kissed my neck.

"Well?"

"He is with me," I said, and he started to nibble my ear.

"Oh?"

"He slept in my spare bed last night. We got in at about two, so he stayed over."

"The spare bed?"

"Yes Natasha, the spare bed."

She chuckled, and I knew she didn't believe me.

"Okay, what have you planned today?"

"Simon is taking me to see the sights."

"What about your boyfriends from England?"

"There is only one, and if he wakes up in time, he can come too, if he wants to."

"Okay, say no more. Don't forget, we go to Chicago tomorrow."

"I won't."

She rang off, and I found myself kissing him again. I felt the passion mounting, and I knew that I was in danger of letting this go too far. The awful thing was, I actually didn't care.

There was a knock on the door.

"Sandi, are you decent?" it was Dave's voice.

We broke off, and I giggled as Simon had my lipstick all over his face.I gave him some tissues and pushed him into the bathroom, and I cleaned myself up as I walked to the door.

"Coming!" I said.

I opened the door, and found myself in his embrace.

"Hey, what the hell happened to you? I thought the least you could have done was to stay sober for me," I asked.

"Sorry babe, I just got carried away. I'm not used to wine."

Mike followed him in, and Simon came out of the bathroom. There was a dreadful silence. I almost expected Dave and Simon to start to slug it out any second. Mike looked at the pair of them, and stepped in as if to keep them apart. I suddenly felt my frustrations bubble over. I stamped my feet, and stepped between them.

"Okay, guys, put your hormones away for a moment. Firstly, Dave don't jump to conclusions. Simon helped me put you both to bed last night, and then he slept in the spare bed because it was gone two in the morning. And secondly, I am getting a little bored with this jealously thing. So, is there any way you two can accept that I like you both, and I have no intentions of doing the dirty on either of you?

I am just not sure I am in the market for a steady boyfriend just now. My career has just started, I have to choose whether to go back to school in a couple of weeks. I need good friends, and not over excited prospective over-protective lovers. So, please, please, can't we just be friends here?"

They all looked at me, as I had been speaking rather loudly. Then they all smiled and looked equally sheepish, even Mike, who had no reason to.

"Sorry babe," said Dave.

"Dave, anything but, Babe. Please."

"Okay."

Simon grinned and held out his hand. Dave took it and they shook.

"You have real cute boxers," Simon said, and Dave glanced at me.

I held my hands up.

"Simon did that bit, I just opened the door," I said.

"So what now?" Mike asked.

"Let's go down for breakfast, and then Simon is showing us the town. I have only got today, as we set off for Chicago tomorrow. What are your plans?"

"Once you head off to Chicago, we are off to Florida. We want to do the Disney thing before we have our own kids," Mike said.

"Oh, does Jenny know you plan kids?" I asked.

He grinned and had the decency to blush.

We went down in the elevator, and sat together for breakfast. The boys ordered the most enormous helpings of everything, claiming that the restaurant sold them short. I had some waffles and maple syrup, and some toast. Simon and Dave actually got on very well, and they spoke to each other more than with me. But I knew that I had only postponed my own problems. I would have to choose, and it was very hard. I had to admit, I didn't fancy having Natasha as a mother-in-law, but then, I knew that Simon and I would live as far away from her as we could.

The thought upset me a little, as I couldn't picture Dave and I in a lasting relationship. He had been my strength when I needed him, so I was very fond of him, and always would be, but I was an attractive accessory for him, and he was very self-centred. We both were strong people, and living with him would require compromise on both parts, and I could see real conflict.

But dear Simon, he was just like the rock of Gibraltar. Dependable, easy-going, gentle and willing to put himself out for me. They were chalk and cheese, and I did love them both. I smiled as I described them both as 'Rocks'. Still, time would tell, and maybe fortune would help me out so I didn't have to choose.

Eventually they finished the huge plates of food, and we set off for a day in New York.

We returned at about eleven o'clock in the evening. My three slaves were laden with bags, as I had spent a fortune on clothes and gifts. They moaned at me from the first shop to the last, so I bought them all presents to shut them up. We had eaten vast subs for lunch, sitting in the sun in Central Park. And gone to a fantastic pizza place for supper, and Dave and Simon had gone in for a Pizza eating competition with six other guys.

I had cheered them on, and drunk far too many bottles of Bud. For the first time, I was a little tipsy, but I was really happy. Neither of them won, but they had matched each other, and I was taking side bets on which one was going to throw up first. We sat in my room, as it was bigger, and emptied the mini-bar. It was Dave who suggested strip poker, and like a fool I agreed. Needless to say, I was crap, and within a very short time I was down to my underwear.

I had three fours and a pair of twos and was quite excited, but Simon had four queens, and Dave had three aces over sixes, and Mike had nines and a pair of kings. So my bra came off.At this point the guys got embarrassed, and Mike decided he wanted to go to bed.

I was left with my two dream men.

"I ought to go to bed, we've a long day tomorrow." I said.

Neither of them moved.

"I am sleepy." I said, and went to the bathroom. I went to the loo, and cleaned my teeth, and looked at myself in the mirror.I was standing there in my knickers, and I knew I wanted them both. But that was not an option.I put on my nightdress, and went out to the main room.

"Well, are you staying there all night, or what?"

They looked at each other, and then at me, both saying in unison,

"Or what."

Visions of being made love to by these two at the same time flitted through my brain, and I was sorely tempted. But, once again common sense prevailed.

"Much I would love to be taken to bed by such hunky guys, I am still a virgin, and a threesome is not on my agenda tonight."

They both kissed me goodnight, and reluctantly left me alone. I had no idea where they were all going to sleep.

It took me ages to get to sleep.

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