((Also continued from "Horseplay"))
After several hours of riding rides and playing games and generally enjoying themselves, Marsha and Donovan head back home. She had almost forgotten of her current situation. She just enjoyed herself.
"So this is where we're gonna be living, huh?" Marsha says as they enter the dome. "Wow..."
"You like it?" Donovan asks. "Taylor and I worked hard on it."
"It's very homey. But... damn. Look at those prying eyes. Is that Donald Trump?"
"Yeah, he's a regular here."
"That's disturbing. Has he fired anyone yet?"
"Not for lack of trying."
"Ew. I'm never watching reality TV again."
"We don't have a TV."
"Beside the point, Donovan. Besides the point."
At that moment, Linda and Taylor pop their heads up from under the water.
"Hey, guys. How was your evening?" Linda asks as she climbs out.
"Don't you have any decency?" Marsha asks. "Put some damn clothes on." Marsha folds her arms at her chest.
"Oh, pish posh. We're all grown lizard people here. I say you two should strip and get nasty. The peanut gallery likes it anyway." Linda winks and primps her breasts up some for the audience, one of which who is visibly doing something inappropriate behind the curtain.
"You're incorrigible, Linda. Absolutely incorrigible." Marsha shakes her head. "I hope you're not staring, Donovan."
"Uh, what?" He shakes his head a bit as he brings his eyes off of Linda's backside.
"Okay, wonderful. Do I have to get naked to win you back?"
"Win me back? What, you're worried because a man can't control his eyes?"
"Okay, I'll give you that one. I'm gonna go to bed." Marsha smiles as she climbs up the tree and settles into a small bed.
"So what did you two do?" Taylor asks, resting his chin on the edge of the pool.
"Oh, we had some coffee, rode some rides and talked. Do I even have to ask what you two did?"
"Not in the least. You and Marsha should just get it over with. It's great."
"Nah, I wanna take it slow, you know? Do it right. I want to love her before making love to her. And I've only just met her."
"Fair enough, but you are missing out, I tell you. Linda's a bombshell... I feel the luckiest guy on earth."
"Well, your bombshell's up there on the dome making faces at Donald Trump."
Taylor looks up the dome, and she seems to be humping at the glass, while Trump's face turns bright pink.
"She's crazy." Taylor whispers.
"You bet. I guess you are lucky, huh?" Donovan winks. "Then again, maybe not."