Truth or Dare

"Who's first," says Tim, raising his wet hand and waving it. "I'll go," he says. "Do me. Hey — everyone hear that — I just said do me. That's hilarious."

"Fine," says Lauren. Her eyelids lifting and falling down from drunkenness, she effortfully lunges toward Tim in slowed, moon-walking style leaps. "Truth or dare, Timmy. You're so cute. Like a puppy dog. I just want to pet you all day . . ."

She pats the empty air, then — so the imitative gesture is better seen — slaps the blue water's surface that’s comfortably heated at seventy-two degrees, until she arrives in similar bobbing fashion to Tim's front side. "Say dare, Tim . . . or I'll chop your prick off with my fingernails."

She arranges her apple-red fingernails into a threatening cat's claw, adding, "Choose dare. Don't make me castrate you, Timmy."

"Dare," Tim says, unemotionally, eyes tethered in solemnity to Lauren's.

"Good boy," replies Lauren, as she excitedly claps once. She gestures with the bright fingernails now pointing at the shallow side of the pool. "Go French-kiss Tonya. I want to see tongues entwining like Lesbians during sex. Thirty seconds of noisy making out. Half a minute . . . or it won't count guys."





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