She already had what she needed. There was a gulf between these two men that just a little probing would always reveal and as she spent more time with them, it would become more obvious.
"Okay," she said with a sigh, "you were right." She said to the taller one. "I can tell the difference. And if there's any doubt, I can always just check your asses to be sure. I can't keep calling you both Alex so here are my names for you: Tall and Strong. Think you can remember that?" She was almost breathless as she spoke.
"Tall and Strong. I like it. And what's his name?" Strong said with a cocky grin.
Tall rolled his eyes again.
"Don't play dumb, Strong." She said. "He's Tall and you're Strong. Got it? Anyway, I'm being nice to you. My first choice for you was 'Woody'." She glanced down at his bulge again. He grinned in the cocky, brazen, unashamed way of his that was turning her on against her will.
"I think you got off lightly with Strong." She said.
"Sure thing." He agreed. "Now come on, let's eat for God's sake. I've been waiting for this pheasant all day."
"The pheasant is mine, little brother." Tall said.
Strong just laughed. "Whatever, Tall. Let's just eat. Melanie must be starving too after all this foolishness we've put her through. Come on, let us be the flight attendants tonight, you make yourself comfortable Melanie. Find a good spot with a view of the stars, and let Tall and Strong take care of all your needs."
Let those rescue boats take all the time they need, Melanie thought, I'm good right here.