Dale made a mental note to wash his sheets and put fresh ones on tomorrow. He knew they'd smell of Patrick by Sunday morning but if they were freshly washed otherwise, he was sure the scent wouldn't be unbearable to sleep with. "Okay," he said. "But not a long time. This is all pretty new to me."
He looked around them. Hundreds of pretty people and he couldn't do a damn thing about his hard-on. "I think I might get out of here," he said finally. "I unfortunately can't take up as much of your time as I'd like so I think I'll leave you to enjoy your guests," He grinned. "Sure you won't find it too difficult."