Truth or Dare

"Nothing raunchy. Shhh! I hear you —" Tonya reaches her open hand toward Lauren’s mouth, as if to tamp her lips, but never actually touches her. "Shhh! I hear you. Dare."

"Nothing too gross, Vince." As she spoke, her quarter-inch — similar in extension to Lauren's — fingernails threaten to slice me to ribbons. She’s like Uma Thurman from “Kill Bill,” swinging her claws and making guttural noises like a tiger.

The twins clearly think alike. They most likely yield a similar taste, as well. Either way, more unknown information of their exquisite taste and feel will — undoubtedly — be stored securely in my head by game's end. I’m sure to remember this night for a great while.

"I got a dare," I say, smiling nefariously. "I dare you two . . . Tonya and Lauren . . . to both drop your tops and French-kiss each other." I extend my smile, wryly adding: "And the makeout session must continue for at least half a minute. Otherwise, it doesn’t count."

"We're sisters —" Tonya argues, laughs toward starry, dark sky. "Would that turn you on, Vince? You Perv."

"Yes. Yes it would," I say, unabashedly. "I'd be very turned on by that."





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