After an hour or so hanging out by himself at the pool, Mark gets bored. He’s the type of guy who has to stay the center of attention, and he isn’t amusing anyone but himself alone in the water. Well, he isn’t even amusing himself, really. If I really wanted to please myself, I’d be stretched out on one of those lounge chairs with a bottle of lube and let the memory of Seth’s hot mouth and wicked tongue get me off.
In fact, that doesn’t sound like a half bad idea. He doesn’t really have much else to do until the rest of the group gets back to the hotel, does he?
Climbing out of the pool, he dries off with one of the hotel’s flimsy towels and heads back up to his room. When he steps off the elevator, he hears the television in the lounge, but he resists the urge to go see if Thad and Jami
