AMA Week - 350-354

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Chapter 350

The group FaceTime call ended when their group chat pinged for all of them, letting them know that Zenya, Leia and Ginnie had reached the San Diego area where the three of them lived. Terra and Becca were both headed to bed and teased that Cass and Cattie shouldn’t keep me up too late - I was a working man, after all.

We had about twenty minutes to ourselves, the girls actually deciding to start getting ready for bed and then making a show of it as they walked around half-clothed and shooting me teasing glances. Then my phone was ringing and I swung my legs off the bed and adjusted my (astoundingly, considering the day I’d had) half-hard chub in my shorts before I headed out of the room so they could be as loud as they needed.

“Good evening, Sunshine,” I said as I answered the phone, heading downstairs.

“Good evening… I was gonna say ‘moonlight’ but that is not a good nickname for you,” Leia laughed. “So I guess I’ll stick with what works. Good evening, Tiger.”

I groaned happily as I went over to the couch in the living room and sat down. “All home safe, gorgeous?”

“Yep. I was closest so I got dropped off first. Zenya is dropping Ginnie off next, then she’ll be home and probably wants to call you too.”

We talked briefly about the drive, a long ten hours with rest stops, and she asked if our drive had been more ‘eventful.’ I asked what she knew, and she laughed. “Probably most of it,” she said. “Everyone agreed they wanted to know in the group chat so Cass and Cattie told us. I read the texts to Zenya while she was driving and she was squirming in her seat, and Ginnie actually started rubbing her bean under her shorts, the little freak.”

I snorted and shook my head. “How was her ass feeling?”

“Sore,” Leia chuckled. “But she’s fine. She did complain that she never got to actually have sex with you, but I'm kind of glad she didn’t. Sharing you with the other girls is different than with my oldest friend, y’know?”

“I don’t know, but I appreciate that it would be,” I said.

“Oh, right,” Leai said. “I guess you don’t.” Then she blew out a long breath. “I know we’ve said it a bunch, but… this is insane, right?”

“Completely,” I agreed.

“My parents are going to think I’ve joined a cult,” she said wryly.

“Is that something you’re worried about?” I asked.

“No, at least not yet,” she sighed. “I’m… not trying to keep us a secret or anything, but…”

“It’s weird, we need to keep working on making it make sense, and we haven’t made it official,” I guessed.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “All of that. Plus we’re long distance, plus it’s going to involve me moving away, which is probably the thing that’s going to freak them out the most.”

“You grew up in San Diego?” I asked.

“Technically Ginnie and I grew up in Del Mar, which is just north of San Diego,” Leia sighed. “I always thought it would be cool to move up to LA or San Francisco but, I mean, expensive. So I’ve never actually lived too far from my parents. Vegas isn’t even that far, but they’ll still be all ‘woe is me, our daughter is abandoning us.’”

The only reason I wasn’t concerned about this being a problem was because Leia was clearly making light of it. “If it would make them feel any better I could come down to meet them ahead of any big move.”

“Oh, you’ll definitely need to do that,” Leia said. “But thank you for confirming you’d do it.” Then she sighed.

“Sunshine, did you have a coffee or something in the last hour?” I asked with a little smile.

“No, I had a Coke,” she laughed. “Do I sound wired?”

“A little bit. You did get a nap in though.”

“I need to unpack,” she said. “And then I was gonna play something. I’d say we should play together but Zenya will be calling you.”

“We’ll get our accounts friended and stuff soon and play,” I promised her.

She sighed again, and I felt like I could see her nodding and then getting the slightly pensive, slightly shy look on her face that she would get.

“What’s up, Leia?” I asked her.

She exhaled and then snorted. “How do you know I had something running through my head?”

“You do ‘thinking silence’ in a particular way,” I said.

“What? Like how?”

“I don’t know, you just do,” I said. “Plus you get this cute little, tiny furrow in your brow.”

“You can’t even see me,” she said.

“Yeah, but I could feel it,” I chuckled.

“Well, I was thinking about something,” she said. Then she got quieter, like someone could overhear us. “I was thinking about how I wish I could have you in bed with me tonight, spooning up against me.”

“Mmm,” I groaned. “I’d love that.”

“And then in the morning- Oh, hey Natalie- No, it’s- Well yeah, it’s a boy- Shut up, Nat!” She’d been lowering the phone away from her mouth and her voice got clearer as she brought it back up. “Hey, I need to go give my roommate a wet willy because she’s being a pain in my ass. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Sounds good, Sunshine. Love you.”

“Love you too, Tiger,” she said, then more faintly as she was moving to end the call I could hear. “Oh, shut up, yes, I said I lov-”

I coughed lightly, smiling and shaking my head. Just one more call to go for the night.

Probably.

Chapter 951

I was drawn upstairs again not by the siren song of my girlfriend and fiancee calling for me because they were ready for bed, but because Cassidy started absolutely cackling. Full on belly laugh like a cartoon witch stirring a bubbling cauldron.

And it didn’t stop as I wandered up.

“What is going on?” I asked from the doorway.

Cassidy was sitting cross-legged on the bed, leaning back and fending off Cattie as the black-haired woman attempted to shove a pillow into her face to muffle her.

“It’s not that funny,” Cattie was laughing.

Cassidy just kept cackling.

“What is going on?” I repeated myself, chuckling with infectious humour as I approached the bed.

Cass rolled away from Cattie towards me, scrambling off the bed and hiding behind my back as she tried to catch her breath. Cattie had followed her for a moment, still holding the pillow threateningly with both hands but grinning and rolling her eyes.

 “Heather got home,” Cattie said, shaking her head. “And found out I got all my shit out of her place, along with her key to mine. She flipped out.”

“How bad?” I asked.

“Just texts so far,” Cattie sighed. “And I mean, it’s kind of funny.”

“I’m sorry,” Cassidy said, finally getting her breath back. “I’m just picturing her all bright pink from the sunburn, and then going red from being such a pissy bitch, storming around her apartment spitting mad and angry-texting.”

Cattie’s phone started ringing. It was sitting on a corner of the bed and we all leaned over to look at the screen.

“It’s her,” I said.

“Please answer it,” Cassidy begged.

“No way,” Cattie said, grabbing her phone and holding it behind her. “She doesn’t get to talk to me whenever she wants. She can leave a damn message and I can decide whether I should call her back or not.”

The ringing ended and Cattie sighed in relief, dropping the phone between her knees on the bed. She looked up at us. She was wearing black panties and what looked like one of my old T-shirts that had been pulled out of a drawer - her breasts were doing interesting things to the chest, but not for long because she pulled it off and dropped it to the side, baring her glorious tits to the two of us. Likely as a distraction.

It didn’t even last long enough to say anything, though, because her phone started ringing again.

“Really?” Cattie grunted.

“OK, I take it back, don’t answer,” Cassidy smirked. “Let’s see how many times she calls.”

She called five times straight as we sat and shook our heads. Then we waited for almost a minute of silence, just staring at the phone.

“I think she’s given up for the ni-” I started, but was interrupted by the phone ringing again.

“Robbie, my love,” Cassidy said. “You’ve been with me, a particular kind of crazy, for our entire adult lives. Believe me, Heather is a different breed.”

I was spared replying to that by my own phone starting to ring as well. This was a much more welcome call, and I smirked and shook my head at my fiancee before leaving the room again so the two of them could conspire.

“Hey, Freckles,” I answered the final call I was expecting. “You home safe?”

“Mmmmrobbie,” Zenya groaned. “So much driving. Many tired. Need sleep.”

“Go to bed, Zee,” I chuckled. “We can talk in the morning.”

She sighed. “Remember how I said I’m secretly a super horny gal?” she asked.

“How could I forget?”

“Well, since I can’t get you to come fuck me right now, can you please ask Cass to send me the files for our massage shoot? I want to get off and do it to the memory of you feeling me all over with those magic hands of yours.”

That made me groan. “God, I wish I could come ravage you, Zenya,” I said.

“Just so you know, you and Cass?” Zenya murmured. “Best fuck I’ve ever fucked.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked.

“Mhmm,” Zenya mumbled.

“Maybe you should just go to bed, Freckles,” I chuckled.

“Mmf.”

I couldn’t even tell if she was arguing or agreeing.

“I’ll get her to send them tomorrow, Zee. Good night.”

I was pretty sure she’d fallen asleep and was going to either not remember this at all, or be super embarrassed in the morning. Hanging up, I shook my head and chuckled.

“Alright,” I called upstairs. “Phone calls are done. Put that thing on silent because when I come up there I’m not leaving any tits unattended.”

I made it up to the hallway and got hit in the face by the shirt that Cass had been wearing. When I got to the room I found Cassidy leaning in one corner and Cattie all the way in the opposite one, both topless with just panties on and both cupping their tits invitingly.

“Now what, Tiger?” Cass asked with a grin and a glint in her eyes. “How are you going to ‘attend’ to all the tits?”

“Pretty easily, actually,” I said, making them both raise an eyebrow questioningly. I walked over to Cassidy and ran my fingers through her hair, pulling it back from her face and behind her ear. She looked up at me with a smile, still curious as to what I was doing, then burst out laughing as I bent over and picked her up over my shoulder. I didn’t need to carry her far, just to the bed, and I tossed her down onto it but caught her ankles to keep her there. Then I looked over to Cattie. “Come make Cassidy suffocate in your delicious cleavage, my darling Catherine,” I ordered her.

“That’s cheating,” Cassidy giggled as Cattie responded like a good Sub and followed my order. Soon Cassidy couldn’t complain anymore because her mouth was wrapped around a tit and her pussy was getting teased by my cock as she spread her legs wide.

It was entirely possible we were going to need another new set of sheets before we went to sleep that night.

Chapter 352

Cassidy slipped from the bed, pressing her phone to her chest to hide the light of the screen.

“M’wha?” Robbie groaned, shifting as he swam back towards consciousness.

“Shh,” Cassidy hushed him, leaning back over and giving him a kiss on the lips that made her grin a little. He still tasted like Cattie. “It’s just a phone call, go back to sleep, Tiger.”

“Mmf,” he grunted, but Cattie shifted in her sleep in response to him moving and he ended up holding her and sighing contentedly.

Cassidy wanted to sigh at the cuteness of seeing them like that. She wanted to scream, too. Just a little. A smidge.

A jealous little smidge.

She rushed out of the room, her toes digging into the carpet as she kept the phone pressed to her chest until she hit the stairs. Then she answered it.

“Hey, are you OK?”

Wanda sobbed on the other end.

Cass rushed downstairs and curled up on the couch in the living room, pulling a blanket over herself since she was naked and the house was a little cool after sharing the bed with Robbie and Cattie. “Talk to me, babe,” Cassidy said quietly.

“Cass, what the fuck is my life?” Wanda muttered and then sniffed hard. “God, how fucking stupid am I?”

“Shhh,” Cassidy tried to soothe her. “Wanda, babe, your life is wide open and ready for you to chase whatever dreams you want.”

“No, my life is a fucking mess,” Wanda said. “I’m fucking twenty-seven years old and going to be a divorcee because my husband is a degenerate cuckold simpy cockbag and I had no idea, but I’m sort of a degenerate slut who fucking likes to be degraded by your fiancee. Like, how fucked up is that? And my career is, like, what even is my career? I fucking dress up in costumes and post pictures online and people, like, buy access to them. I don’t know how to fucking do anything except how to pose the best to tease with my ass. If the world fucking ended I wouldn’t be useful to any survivor group except as a fucking, like, bedwarmer. I’d be the pitiful sex slave chained to a bed who dies to the zombies instead of doing something useful. Or I’d be the hot chick at the start of the movie who is already infected before the apocalypse even begins properly. Cassidy, what the fuck is my life?”

Cass had to bite her hand to stop from snickering a little as Wanda went off the rails in a way that only a nerdy girl could. Her role in a potential zombie apocalypse was not the issue.

“Wanda,” Cassidy said. “Before I tell you what is up with your life, I’m going to ask you two- no three- important questions, OK?”

“OK,” she said quietly.

“Do you still love Robbie?”

“... Yeah, of course,” she sighed.

“Do you for some reason think that in the last fourteen hours or whatever he’s stopped loving you?”

“No,” Wanda said a little petulantly, like she knew where this was going.

“Then what the fuck are you complaining about?!” Cassidy hissed into the phone. “Jesus Fuck, babe. Robbie loves the shit out of you. The only reason Robbie cares about you needing to be a divorcee is because the whole process is going to suck and hurt you. And he loves that you felt safe enough to show us what you really wanted sexually, and that he can give it to you. Is Cattie any less of a person because she’s his submissive girlfriend?”

“No,” Wanda mumbled. “Obviously not.”

“Then you aren’t any less of an amazing, confident, super sexy, successful woman who I look up to just because you also want to be Robbie’s little sex toy,” Cassidy said. “And, by the way, you are way more than just an ass in pictures. You also happen to be a social media manager, marketing guru, digital photo editor, bookkeeper, set designer, location scout, and a customer service pro. You’re an entrepreneur with your own successful business that you don’t owe to anyone. Plus, you would kick ass in the zombie apocalypse as a hero and Robbie’s apocalypse sex slave because he loves you too much not to travel across the country to get you because you’re that badass.”

The other end of the line was silent for a long minute, and then Wanda took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m being a soft bitch right now, aren’t I?”

Cassidy snorted softly and grinned in the dark of the living room. “Yeah, babe. Kinda. But you’re allowed to have a super soft night with everything else going on. Especially since you’re not talking to your guy.” They both knew she was talking about Robbie and not her soon-to-be Ex, Brodi. Cass sighed. “Do you want to talk to him? I know he’d be totally fine for me to wake him up for that.”

“Yes,” Wanda said, edging on another sob. “No. God, I wish I could just-” she scoffed. At herself, or maybe just at the world.

“Hey,” Cass said. “I love you, babe. You already feel like a damn sister, and we’re only going to get closer like that. And you’ve got Becca, and Zenya, and Terra and Cattie are starting to become pros at dealing with shit-sandwiches that need to be tossed out and replaced with gourmet, triple-A wagyu man like Robbie. And he fucking loves you. Whatever happens, Wanda, that won’t change. And you’ll have a landing pad with us whenever you need it.”

Wanda let out another sigh. “Fuck, it’s late,” she grumbled.

“No shit, babe,” Cassidy smirked. “But when else are you going to have a breakdown?”

“Sorry for waking you up.”

“Anytime you need me, I’ll answer,” she promised. “At least until you can talk to Robbie again. After, too, but he’s better at this stuff than I am.”

“Love you, Cass,” Wanda said. “I’m so glad we met, and that you can trust me with Robbie even if I’m a mess.”

“Love you too, babe,” Cassidy said. “Now go take a shower and go to bed.”

Wanda sighed and hung up.

Cassidy looked down at her phone as it went dark, leaving her in just the glow of the streetlights outside leaking through the blinds. Then she curled up under the blanket, bringing her knees up to tuck under her chin as she buried her face and let out her own sob, tears breaking through.

She did love Wanda. And Cattie. And Becca and Terra and all of them, even if she was closer with some more than others. Every girl who was in love with Robbie deserved a piece of him. And Wanda needed Robbie so much that it was almost a blessing that Cassidy could make sure she could let it happen.

But even with all the good, all the love going on, and all the positive… Cassidy knew it wasn’t making up for what she’d done. What the App had turned her into; which wasn’t her trying to pawn off responsibility, she’d made bad decisions. Cruel ones. But it had opened the door and enabled her to make otherworldly decisions.

And she had to mourn what had been, what could have been, if she hadn’t been such a selfish, blind little cunt. 

Maybe therapy would help, but she doubted it.

Chapter 353

“Mmmmm,” I groaned, a primal thing as my sleeping mind was stirred up by the pleasure washing through me.

“Time to wake up, Master,” Cattie murmured, her lips brushing my ear as she spoke softly. That touch made me aware of the feeling of her on top of me, the loving warmth of her voluptuous body covering mine. And my cock easing into her sublime depths.

“Catherine,” I sighed, my hands finding her knees on either side of me and following them up her deliciously warm thighs to her hips and waist. She was sat down on me and just rocking a little, her bare breasts pressed to my chest.

“Thank you for giving me permission to wake you up like this,” she whispered. I hadn’t opened my eyes yet but I could hear the little smile on her lips.

I grunted and rolled us so I was on top, still under the covers, and she gasped. I opened my eyes and looked down at my beautiful girlfriend and she tilted her chin up, asking me to kiss her. The kiss was long and simmering, a counterpoint to me finding her hands and pulling them over her head to pin them to the pillows as I started to fuck her hard and fast.

“Nice,” Cass said, grinning from the bedroom doorway. Cattie’s moans and the soft slap of our thighs had probably drawn her to us.

“Tiger, oh, Tiger,” Cattie moaned, her voice raising in pitch.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, kissing her roughly as I inhaled the smell of her. Her fingers, curled with mine above her head, tightened as she humped her hips up at me a little harder and then shuddered.

“Come for me, Catherine,” I gave her permission.

Her long, wordless, thankful whimper was music to my ears as she let go of her orgasm and I rode her through it. When she was done, gasping for her breath and blinking her eyes open, I bent lower to give both of her tits a little loving kiss before I pulled out of her and kissed her lips one more time. Then I sat up, the sheets falling off of us, and I went for Cassidy. My fiancee laughed, seeing me coming for her, and squealed in delight as I picked her up, turned us around, and bent her over the bed. She was already pushing down the panties she’d been wearing and I was inside of her before she could pull off her shirt.

“Mmmm,” Cattie moaned from up the bed, starting to finger herself as she watched us. “Best morning ever?”

“Until the others get here,” Cassidy moaned through her grin. “Then he can fuck all of us before going off to work.”

I thought that might be a little much, but then, my life was a little much now.

- - - - -

“Have a good day, Tiger,” Cattie said, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pressing her entire body to mine as she kissed me goodbye. I groaned and hugged her around her waist, holding her in the kiss for an extra long moment and making her chuckle into it. She’d insisted that, since she got the shower with me last night, Cassidy got the shower with me that morning, so she was only dressed in loose pyjama pants and one of my T-shirts. Even that was fucking sexy on her though, and I was pretty sure she didn’t even realise it.

“You too, gorgeous,” I said as I pulled away, matching her grin with my own. Then I took one step to the side and kissed my fiancee goodbye as well.

Cassidy, squeaky clean, had put on a pair of tight yoga pants and a crop top that she’d made out of an old, loose tank top. The crop wasn’t super high but the armholes were deep, meaning that it wasn’t only suitable to wear with an athletic bra underneath. Of course, Cass being Cass, she wasn’t wearing a bra at all while she had the chance to tease me. Before the trip I’d never really thought about how she was always doing that. Now I noticed it, appreciated it, and also worried about it - another question for therapy. Was she doing it because it was part of who she was, or was she doing it to try to make things up to me all this time?

“Have a good day, baby,” I murmured as our kiss ended but I kept holding her close, our lips still brushing together. “Try not to get into too much trouble.”

“Who, us?” she laughed, then kissed me lightly again. “Never.”

I snorted softly through another little kiss, making her break away laughing.

“I’ll make sure we stay out of trouble,” Cattie assured me with a laugh of her own. “We’ll be good for you. Master.” Her beaming smile as she said it told me everything I needed to know about how thrilled she was to be able to casually call me that. Sometimes it landed better than others with me, and I knew we’d figure it out over time when it worked or when she’d use Tiger, or something more simple. 

I groaned and then chuckled. “OK, Cattie is in charge,” I smirked.

“What? Not fair,” Cassidy laughed.

“Love you, baby,” I said, pulling her back to me and giving her one last kiss. Then I reached over and brought Cattie into our hug, and turned and kissed her as well. “Love you both.”

They sent me out the door, and I wasn’t sure which one of them gave me a slap on the ass as I went because they were both laughing and had a look in their eyes when I turned back around. Standing in the open doorway they both blew me a kiss, and I saw that look in Cass’s eyes change and glimmer a little so I knew she was going to flash me, but Cattie seemed to read her mind as well and grabbed her hands.

“No,” Cattie laughed. Cassidy laughed a moment later, knowing she was caught.

“God, I’m one lucky son of a bitch,” I said to them.

“Hey, don’t talk about your Mom like that,” Cassidy said. “She’s a nice lady!”

Chapter 354

It wasn’t anywhere near the first time I’d been on a trip and had to come back to work; hell, I’d even taken an entire week off before so that Cass and I could take a trip back home to visit our family. 

Badging into the staff entrance from the staff parking lot felt different this time.

The Vasoseh, named after the Farsi term for Temptation, was one of the newest big casinos on the strip; and, to be fair, that was the only reason I really had the position I did. The Persian business conglomerate that had bought the land in Vegas had caused a bit of an uproar for a little bit since they had apparently done some sort of a runaround on the more established ‘financing groups’ who wanted a piece of every major pie in Vegas, but they had just as seemingly endlessly deep pockets and every hurdle was overcome. The Vaso had been built over three years and Cass and I had moved to Vegas three months before it started hiring its entire complement of staff other than the various managers they had brought over from resorts in the UAE and Kuwait.

Every once in a while when someone found out I worked at the Vaso, especially if they were Vegas born and raised and steeped in the history of the casinos like it was mythological lore, I got asked what it was like working for terrorists. My answer was always the same. ‘Pretty good; they pay slightly above market rate, sprung for above average health insurance, and the tips from the oil execs are great. Plus I haven’t been blown up once!’

My bosses were not terrorists, but talking up all the perks usually shut up the racist comments.

The back hallways of the Vaso were generally the same as any other major hotel and casino on the strip - plain and utilitarian. Once I was badged in I walked the back hallways by rote, nodding to some of the friendly faces on the way. Cleaners, maintenance, front desk, kitchen staff for the restaurants, bartenders and waitresses, admin staff, pretty much everyone who did anything behind the scenes other than security and the actual operations folk of the Casino had reasons to be back there in the corridors, break rooms, storage areas and offices. The actual Casino operations had its own, separate back area that had to be accessed through separate doors inside the building.

It was when I transitioned from the utilitarian area to the more ‘display’ back area that the trouble started.

“Hey, Robbie, welcome back,” Jonas said.

Despite what he said, I knew Jonas was not happy that I was back. He’d probably been praying I fell into the boat motors or drowned. Not because I’d done anything to him, but because Jonas was just a ladder-climbing dickhead.

“I’m back,” I said, nodding and giving him a tight smile. Jonas was another of the event managers and his focus was more on the two theatres and the acts that cycled through them as bonus entertainment. The Vaso hadn’t locked in any major, long-term residencies since it opened simply because the owners hadn’t prioritised shows; the theatres were nice but not massive. They also tended to bring in international performing groups for short stays, which seemed to bring in a more international crowd in a city that was already pretty international as a tourism destination. “Anything wild happen while I was gone?”

“Amber got fired,” Jonas smirked. We weren’t friends, but he was a fucking gossip.

“For what?” I asked, a little surprised. Amber had been a problem for our whole department for a while; she’d worked in Accounting and denied our expense requests, receipts and invoices for petty powerplay shit but she’d been protected by her boss who we guessed had the hots for her.

“She denied an emergency invoice that Doug put in himself,” Jonas smirked. “So he went up to their offices and chewed her out in person, and she started crying and submitted an HR complaint. But that opened an investigation and it came out pretty quick that she was emailing details of our service contracts over to someone at the Sahara.”

“Jesus,” I sighed.

“So anything good happen on your trip?” he asked me. And I knew he meant ‘Got any pictures?’ When Jonas had found out about Cassidy’s cosplaying he’d gotten very interested when I took vacation days for long weekends to go to Cons with her. He’d got it in his head that I could be hooking up with hot nerdy models.

There was no fucking way I was telling that, for the first time, he was right.

“It was fun,” I said with a shrug and a little smirk. “A week of sun, fresh water and friends.”

He gave me a look that said he was disappointed, and I gave him a pat on the arm before moving past him towards my office. As an event manager, I had to meet with outside folks for planning or contract meetings, especially when it came to the Ballroom events, so I was blessed with a nice little space in ‘Event Row’ in the admin offices with a view out over the north of the city. The fact that the window pointed towards home by pure coincidence hadn’t been lost on me.

“Oh, Doug has us scheduled for an all-hands in half an hour,” Jonas said, leaning in the door of my office as I was getting to my desk.

“Great,” I said, giving him a nod. He winked at me and knocked on the doorframe before leaving me alone.

That meant the all-hands meeting of the event managers was either in fifteen minutes, or forty-five. I’d need to check the email.

I started booting up my work laptop and sat down in my chair, turning to look out that window towards home, my fiancee, and my girlfriend.

“Fuck,” I sighed under my breath. Jonas was honestly the least of my troubles when it came to figuring out what to say to my coworkers - it was the ones I was actually friends with who were going to be hard to lie to if I decided to lie, or the most weirded out if I told them as much of the truth as I could.

Especially Dayana.