She then cast Kylie a side glance, "So what do you say? Want to pick yourself, or should I pick?"
What?! Kylie could not help but spurt out a mouthful of beer. Was she actually serious? While Kylie recovered from laughter, Fannie indeed called inside a couple of guys in the room.
"Are you fucking serious? I'm not doing that, Shit!" Kylie bellowed.
"Relax, you prude. They are just going to massage you."
Indeed Fannie was right. The two hunks wearing only extremely tight boxers walked over and started massaging Kylie's shoulders and back, making her moan out loud.
"You know my dad is forcing me to marry someone. He's not giving me the right to choose!" Fannie seethed in anger.
"Um, you must be mistaken. It's not 1960." Kylie answered. She knew Nate, and from what Ethan told her, his family was pretty reasonable people, so it was hard for her to believe what Fannie was saying.
