<em><strong>Ancient Revenge - Waldorf Hilton Hotel - Lamb and Flag Pub</strong></em><br/><br/>Josh went to the bar and ordered the drinks.<em>How lucky am I? Two gorgeous birds to keep me company…maybe it could develop into something more? Nah…I don’t think your luck will stretch that far, you’re dreaming, Josh.</em>. Not since his college days with the rowing team had he experienced this kind of female attention. But then he was younger than the others and he had been singled out by the girls for special attention.  The tattoo was in fact a reality, a consequence of one of the nights the girls took advantage…they figured his cock was in good enough shape to carry the message so they virtually held him down while he was imprinted.  The rowing groupie ‘sisterhood’ had then made a pact to keep it a secret between them and naturally, over time the knowledge became campus folklore.<br/><br/>Josh returned from the scrum at the bar with three drinks: the vodka sunrise, the cosmopolitan and his pint of Guinness.  The ladies were obviously getting along well together, both huddled together and giggling, Andrea’s laugh being hard to miss; he had heard her loud guffaw from over at the bar…it was kind of cute.<br/><br/>“So tell me, do you ladies already know each other?”<br/><br/>It became clear that they had only met today for the first time but they definitely showed a camaraderie that developed more and more over the following few hours. The conversation was flowing, beginning with where they lived and where they were staying. Josh spoke of his three storey town house in Chelsea overlooking the Thames, Victorian architecture but modernised throughout its interior with Italian leather, crème and black tones and peppered with Egyptian artefacts that he had managed to retain for his own enjoyment.  His home seemed to attract a lot of attention, the girls both seemingly eager to see it.<br/><br/>The afternoon wore on into the evening with barely a pause in conversation. Kate repeated her earlier comment about enjoying being on her hands and knees in an archaeological dig and this was met by a riposte from a by now very unabashed Josh who offhandedly offered that one didn’t have to be on an archaeological dig to enjoy being on ones hands and knees!<em>Bloody Hell, where did that come from? It just slipped out.</em><br/><br/>“Oh…er…I’ll get another round in.”  Josh quickly avoided the girls’ response and shuddered at what they would think of his lewd comment.<br/>