Not sure where we are, but Erin just drove off the road again, and Mel is bitching because all that’s left in the portable fridge is frozen burgers… Not my fault she’s a vegetarian…
I look over and notice Erin rifling through one of NiNi’s suitcases pulling out a succession of leather zipper masks, strap-ons, and dildos and tossing them all over the shag carpet.
Hmm… It’s not often you wake up in a windowless van surrounded by crazy women and sex toys.
