Chapter 114

• "How about I finger-fuck you for him?" She said as though discussing the weather instead of what she'd just asked. Thank god the glasses were made of heavy duty plastic. I never felt it as it slipped out of my hand, landing on the patio concrete, nor bouncing, spilling the contents of it as it did. I was too shocked at the moment to do anything but sit there. As was Dee. Talk about a hard punch to the gut!
• "Excuse me?"
• Bella laughed. "Just what I said. Here's the challenge," she continued before Dee could gather her wits about herself, or before I could. Still holding my hand up as though it still held a glass in it for a moment longer, before realizing I had actually dropped it. "Simple rules...only two in fact. One...we stand and finger one another, first one to come loses. Second rule...throughout the contest, there has to be constant contact. Should either one of us break that contact in anyway, we also lose. So see? Simple."