Truth or Dare

Tonya watches my eyes, so I decisively flash her with a flirtatious smile. Next I push myself up — using the flat surface of my slippery palms — and lift out of the water. I sit on the pool's concrete rim. "Tonya, you up for a game of Truth or Dare . . . or what? This is getting boring. My fingers are beginning to wrinkle like my prune-shaped privates over here."

"Shit yea," Tim adds, as if similarly prunish. "Let's play already."

"Too immoral," Tonya warns, looking to Lauren with visible anxiety, until further vocalizing her genuine concerns: "I don't know, Vince. Something bad could happen."

"We're not two bad guys," Tim argues, moving water with his outstretched arms, repeatedly widening them and carrying them inwardly again, doing so while kicking his legs. They flicker, at light speed, other times conversely appearing to travel extra slowly. "We're not evil, Tonya . . . Lauren." His suave, winsome grin grows several inches, conspicuously evincing his eagerness. "Just sinners . . . right?"

He cackles and violently splashes a spray of water toward Tonya. "Play the game!"

Tonya deflects most of the water, showing impressive reflexes shielding herself by using hands and forearms as facial protection.





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