Since we all had the day off we, decided to spend the day on Fremont Street playing tourist. Delilah wanted to surprise Ryan with a visit to the Fear the Walking Dead Survival attraction. He is a crazy fan of the TV show, and Delilah knew he would love to check that out.

The attraction was terrific, although Delilah wanted to stop about halfway through it, she was not a fan of all the zombies. I may have bribed her with a little extra oral to get her to finish up. Well, that and a visit to The Donut Bar.

There was something strangely erotic about watching Delilah devour a Boston Cream donut. It really should have been illegal. I do think she may have put a little extra in the way she licked the cream from her fingers or the corner of her mouth. It took everything in me not to bend her over the table and fuck her while she sucked Ryan’s cock.

After our snack, we headed back to Fremont Street and the Zoomline attraction. Delilah wanted to zip line but I’ve always wanted to be a superhero and flying down Fremont Street superhero style is perfect. We headed to Bocho Downtown Sushi for dinner. After dinner, we went back to see the light show and do a little gambling at one of the casinos.

We’d had a fantastic day together doing all the crazy touristy things that we could. It was fun and quirky, and it was the best day I’ve ever had.

As we walked down the street, I saw my ex, Crosby.

“Oh, for fuck's sake, really here, after such an amazing day I see that asshat?”

Before I could get the guys to walk the other way, Crosby saw me and rushes over.

“Delilah, so good to see you. I’ve missed you so much.”

Ryan and Gavin looked over the guy standing in front of them. Messy hair pulled into a ridiculous man bun with suspenders and bowtie completing the ultimate hipster uniform. Gavin bursts into laughter as soon as he sees him.

“Dude, what in the fuck is wrong with you? That doesn’t look good on anyone. No wonder why Delilah wasn’t that broken up about you dumping her ass.”

Ryan looks him up and down.

“This is the fucking douche that loves the Blackhawks, country music and whose favorite meal is liver and onions. Totally figures he looks the part.”

Gavin laughed.

“Ryan, all he needs is one of those ridiculous theme suits, you know, like that guy the other night who was wearing the one with the polka dots all over it?”

“Guys it was confetti, the suit had a confetti print,” I joined in laughing.

I could see that Crosby wasn’t pleased with our interaction and was getting irritated by their amusement.

“I have no idea who the hell you two are, but I’m talking to Delilah.”

Gavin and Ryan look at each other, but before Ryan can say anything, I step in front of them and lay into Crosby.

“Who the hell they are, who the hell they are? Who the hell do you think you are? You fucking stole all my goddamn money then had the audacity to kick me out of the fucking house that my money paid for. So now you see me on the street and think I’ll be desperate enough to fall at your feet and beg you to take me back? Well, fuck you! You are a pulsating fucknugget. Get the hell out of my face. Not that it’s any of your damn business but they happen to be my boyfriends, so take that.”

Crosby looks at me dumbfounded.

“You have got to be kidding me. You do realize it all a dream right, that will never work out.”

“Well, if it is a dream, let me stay in a blissful slumber. Having two men that love and worship me like the goddess I am all the while fucking me like a whore makes me one lucky girl.”

Gavin looked over at Crosby.

“That my friend is a mic drop.”

The three of us walked away laughing at Crosby, who was standing in the middle of the walk with his mouth open like a gaping fish.

“So, boys you promised cocktails and karaoke. Who is going to sing with me? I’m in a duet kind of mood.”

“You’ve got it, baby, let’s go sing our heart out.”