Hey, who took my Bright-orange-backwards-jock-strap?!? Anywhere you care to look for it sweetheart.
Sohnshine . . .
Whould you like to cohm ohver heehr and show me zat tehddy you hahf on? I vill be gehntle viss you zis time, ihf you vish. Next time, hohwever, I will be rohffer.
Yes, zat izz a prohmiss.
[ed. note from me: I forgot how to type a french accent, but if you want I can speak it (French)]
Hey, Iam, what are you trying to do? She has less on right now, and having her put on that teddy would be putting more clothes on, and that would be a bad thing.
Well, well, well. sighs
I guess I’m gonna have to find that inflatable male doll after all…
Well, you know. Some people are more sexy in little to nothing than others.
::: blowing in ChrisP’s ear :::
Let me just feel around a bit…
::: giving iam “the eye” :::
Oooh…French…French is good…how about you come on over and show me some of the special little tricks the French know?
::: patting the water beside her :::
Yes, I am Irish, and German. And a bunch of other stuff. But I woke up 1.5 hours ago and cannot remember how to type them. If you want to come over here, though, I’ll tell you what you get when you cross an Irishman, a German, a frog, a toad and . . . wait, wrong joke.
Just come over here, Sunshine, you bundle of beauty 
Just you. No need to bring those clothes . . . they do so get in the way, don’t you agree?
If anybody needs me I’ll be showing Sunshine which parts are which on me.
::: gleefully abandoning whatever clothing remains on her body and skipping over to iam :::
::scoots over closer to ChrisP and places hand in his lap:: You don’t need that backwards jockstrap. I can make sure that I’m the only one you will get attention from if needed.
Hmm…I am starting to get a little wrinkly from being in the hot tub too long. I’m gonna go rinse of in some fresh water. Where’s the bathroom. Anyone wanna join me in the shower, to help me wash my back? And then of course, I’ll need to have some lotion rubbed on my skin to keep it soft…
Michi,
I don’t know. Between Sunshine and sss…there’s not a lot of room for the rest of us. 
They’ve got it going on pretty good.
It’s getting pretty graphic over ChrisP’s way…I think the hot tub is OCCUPIED.
Maybe after your shower I can fix us both up with one of those magic teddies like I brought Sunshine…seems to be working for her.
Damnit, I means "which parts are Irish . . . "
Well, no I didn’t, but it would have looked way cooler. Sunshine, for the moment we’ll pretend you don’t live a two days’ drive away from me. Come on over here and let’s figure that out . . . what parts are Irish and if they’re lucky
Sorry ladies, but I work best one-on-one
Magic teddy, huh? OK, I look best in red. And i also have a pair of six inch heels I can wear. Hmm…I better have someone give me a Brazilian wax if I am gonna be wearing a teddy. Now, I would invite a man to help me with that, but I don’t think a man could stomach it. Strutter, can you lend a girl a hand?
Michi,
Why the hell not? (Now you watch, Michi, there’ll be some guy that gonna want to watch. )
How you thinking of heating up that wax?
Cheffie walks in sans pants (thank god for the apron) and surveys the bedlam
Any more room in that hot tub? Michi, it’s time you gave in to fate and let me fill your ear with sighs and anxious whispers delivered in a slow…steady…rhythm…
Sunshine, here’s my gift to you.
holds out a tray of potent aphrodisiacs, made to order from Cheffie’s secret recipe
Well, Chef is here now, maybe he brought a fondue pot.
And Chef, as soon as I am back from my waxing, I’m all yours!
Good God. What’s a girl to do? It’s these damned teddies. They’re like magic…for everyone else. That’s it. From now on I’m selling the stupid things.
I better get busy or they’re going to strip me of my title.
OOH! Karaoke! Any Sinatra on the list?
singing to Michi in a deep, resonant baritone
"Those fingers in my hair
That sly, come-hither stare
That strips my conscience bare…
it’s witchcraft…
And I’ve got no defense for it -
The heat is too intense for it -
What good would common sense for it do?
‘Cause it’s witchcraft
Wicked witchcraft…
And although I know it’s strictly taboo…
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says “Yes indeed!” in me
Proceed with what you’re leadin’ me to…
It’s such an ancient pitch
But one I’d never switch
'Cause there’s no nicer witch than you…"
Hey struuter, there’s always more room over here. And hey, I didn’t make it graphic, I just invited it.
Watching a swooned Michi being carried away to recover
Struuter, darling, come to me and let me croon to you. (BTW, I happen to have a fondue pot that someone left in “Ask Bi Guy” that you could use to melt the wax)…
Sings to Struuter
I’ve got you…under my skin
I’ve got you…deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart that you’re really a part of me
I’ve got you…under my skin
I tried so…not to give in
I said to myself, “This affair never will go so well…”
But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well
I’ve got you…under my skin
I’d sacrifice anything, come what might
For the sake of havin’ you near
In spite of that warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear
“Don’t you know, little fool? You never can win!
Use your mentality…wake up to reality!”
But each time that I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin…
'Cause I’ve got you…under my skin.