I charge straight into that disgusting orgy and reach them in an instant.
"Melania Narkhalis... I really hope you've got one hell of an explanation for all this. Otherwise, you're going to have a very bad time before I drag you back home."
The four sailors panic. They yank their pants back up without even bothering to fasten their belts, then take off in terror, awkwardly covering their faces with their hands and repeatedly tripping over their own clothes.
Within seconds, the huge parking lot is empty.
Only Melania and I are left.
And she's still completely naked.
Then again, it's pretty obvious that modesty and self-respect are the last things she has.
Not that I'm some kind of saint, but damn... she's on a whole different level of shamelessness than I am, and she's only twelve.
Poor Britney...
I don't even want to imagine everything this unrecognizable, ungrateful brat has put her through.
