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It takes us about fifteen minutes to get to the museum. I take a deep breath. “You ready for this?”

“They better have dinosaurs.”

When we walk inside, Tanner’s shoulders fall. I don’t think this place is going to have dinosaurs. Though it looks big-ish from the outside, the inside is no larger than an average house. There are only two floors total, and the second floor is used for classes and special events.

Last winter, the guys and I went to a charity event at the New York Museum of Natural History. When you enter, a dramatically staged dinosaur battle greets you. On the right, a Barosaurus skeleton has been posed so that it is rearing up on its hind legs. To the left, an Allosaurus moves in for the kill.

We saw maybe half of the museum when we were there. I keep meaning to go back someday, but I haven’t found the time. My favorite room was the underwater sea life exhibit, which had a statue of a blue whale statue hangs from the ceiling. Tanner, of course, enjoyed seeing the dinosaur skeletons. Trace, however, was bored the entire time.

What’s the big deal about this museum? It’ll take us maybe ten minutes total to see everything.

“So sorry I’m late!” Kendall says, plowing through the front doors. “My boss said I could leave early, then gave me a million things to do before she’d let me take off.”

Today, she wears a black pencil skirt that reaches just above her knees. A light pink button-down blouse is tucked into the top. Her ample breasts are barely contained by the fabric, and the skirt highlights her sensual curves.

My cock twitches. There’s no way we’ll get to take Kendall at this museum, but I hope she’s prepared to come to our room when this is over.

“No problem,” I tell her. “We’re just glad you’re here now.”

“Honestly, if we did more work at the beginning of the cycle, we wouldn’t have to rush around at the end,” she says. “But every magazine or newspaper I’ve ever worked for has the same self-destructive pattern. All journalists are procrastinators.”

I laugh.

“Everyone has a system,” is my amused response. She giggles too.

“Oh, yeah. We’ve never been late getting an issue out. It just sucks when I have to work a fifteen-hour day right before deadline.”

I nod sympathetically and Kendall brightens.

“What have you guys been up to?” she chirps.

“We went to breakfast at the restaurant you told us about,” Tanner says. He leaves out that we’re helping Jim and Sheila. She probably wouldn’t be mad, but she might feel weird about us offering them money.

“That’s great! What did you have?”

We each recite our orders.

“Did you do anything else interesting?”

“We had some work to do this morning,” I say. “Trace is still dealing with the server issue, and Tanner had to work on the Sunshine Cupcakes deal.”

“All work and no play,” Kendall says. “Well, we’re going to have some fun now!”

She seems so excited that we pretend to be excited.

An older man rounds the corner and stops suddenly when he sees us. “Kendall! Welcome back! It’s been a while.”

She gives him a big hug. “I know! I wish I could come around more. But today, I brought friends!”

“I see that!” The man turns to us and holds out a hand to shake. “I’m Mr. Monty, the curator. Welcome!”

We introduce ourselves and give him a firm shake. The short, bald man is beaming. If I had to guess, I’d say we’re the only visitors to set foot inside all week. I feel bad for the guy. He seems nice enough, and I can see the passion he has for his collection.

Even so, this museum is miniscule. I can see one of the rooms just behind the front desk. It’s just a table with a bunch of specimen jars.

Mr. Monty claps his hands together. “You boys are in luck today! I just finished the paperwork for some new research grants, which means I’m all yours.”

Kendall grins. “You’re going to give us a tour?”