Chapter Seven

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"What yours Gwen?" Phil asked, "Remember, read the black card first, then the white card for this round."

"Before I kill you, Mr. Bond, I must show you..." I said, I looked at my card, my face flushed, "my collection of... hight-tech sex toys..."

I refused to make eye contact with them as they laughed their asses off.

"That," Daniel laughed, "That goes to you."

"Just pull the next card," I said. Phil got a card out and read it aloud.

"Next time on Dr. Phil: How to talk to your kids about blank," he said. He picked up one of his own cards and laughed, "The clitoris."

I covered a laugh and leaned back on the couch, "Your turn Daniel."

"Next time on Dr. Phil:" he said, "How to talk to your kids about doin' it in the butt."

The way he said it was so ridiculous, I couldn't help but giggle. I picked up my last card and read it, "Next time on Dr. Phil: talking to your kids about pulling out. Oh shit!" I laughed nearly knocking over Daniel's drink. "My vote goes to Daniel."

"Mine too," Phil said.

"That was the last round?" I asked, the box was empty, and it was really dark outside.

"Yeah," Phil said, he started to sort the cards out.

"What time is it, Daniel?" I asked.

"It's about, eleven thirty," he said.

"I should go," I said, "I need to make sure my video uploaded properly."

"Oh okay," he nodded, "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I smiled.

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