Leo opened the package, well, the crate on the cart, that is, and it was packed with bottles of contraband rum. Randi gasped for a moment, while Genna zoomed closer to Leo, looking up at him with her tossled locks and big hazel eyes.

"We can't get the hot tub to work. Can you try and fix it for us?" Genna asked, her nipples teasingly dancing just inches from his bare chest.

"We can't?" Randi asked, somewhat surprised.

"We can't," Genna gave Randi a fertive wink, before returning to her pretty plead. "Can you just try and see what's wrong with it?"

"I don't see why not," Leo's plans for the night might have been booked with that agreement.

"Awesome!" Genna chirped. "I'll show you where it..."

"I know where it is," Leo interrupted, "And it was working just the other day."

"Oh? You and Miss Walker must be..."

"We're friends. Just friends."