Sean settled himself against the edge of the tub, slouching down as Beth had done to get the maximum enjoyment out of the hot water. The guitar-pick necklace bobbed like a cork upon the swirling eddies, and he watched it for a moment before turning his attention to the others.  Beth was all but staring at Mikkel, and he really couldn't blame her.  The man was sculpted like a Norse god, for crying out loud, minus the long hair and braided beard.  If he were less confident in his own looks and charms, he might have felt a twinge of jealousy there.  He had no problem, however, playing second fiddle, and regarded the situation with amusement.  He had rarely ever encountered a woman who failed to warm to him once he decided to pour on the charm.  His boyish grin and easygoing manner had seen to that.  So he merely chuckled and cupped his hands, splashing the tub's water over his face.<br/><br/>"When I was in college, some friends and I decided to go hardcore hiking in the Saskatchewan wilderness.  We started at Reindeer Lake, intending to finish up at Southend.  Well, unfortunately, we got lost in the forest.  I think we hiked over 200 miles before we showed up, tired, starving, and filthy, at the city a week later.  One night it snowed so hard that the five of us nearly got buried in.  We dug a big hole in the snow, piled it on top of us and just sort of huddled together for warmth.   We swore that if we made it out of there alive, we would get some sort of tattoo so that we would always remember the experience. "  He pointed to the howling wolf on his shoulder.  "That's me.  Trevor used to say that I never shut up."  He laughed.<br/><br/>He glanced at Katy.  "As for me jacking off, well, my dad said that it wouldn't chafe as much if I used lube."  He grinned. "He was right."<br/>