“Care to tell me what is really going on here?”
I smiled, bowing my head a little. “Don’t tell the guys, please?” he begged. She screamed out again, “One, Sir!” I smiled, an idea forming of what she was doing. “Yes, dears. “No, David, quite the opposite. Gail’s adventure had begun. The carpet in the trunk of the car was scratchy. We informed him that Bitch- he laughed at her new name- would not need any, as she would be eating like Slut does, out of a bowl like the bitches they were. And how this is the first year that none of us has bitched about one of us walking around naked, let alone ALL of us being naked.”
I shook my head, grabbed a beer, and sat down. Mike and I went next. After a chat with Felicia, though, she was “disqualified” because of her own recent pregnancy.
