The Bar—NIGHT
I am with Iris and Mary. Sitting under a table in the Bar where Iris has proposed some sort of Truth or Dare game. I have been stripped and am sitting in my boxers. Iris checks me out with a smirk.
“Wow! Look how small your penis is!” She exclaims.
“It is cold and it’s shrunk.” I mutter defensively.
Surprisingly Mary defends me saying “It gets pretty big when it needs too.” She must have rubbed against me when we slept together or something. She continues in tears, “Frank was always big when it counted, like when he brought cake and champagne to our video shoot. Even when he cheated it was big.”
“Andrea and I weren’t together at the time, Mary.” I remind her, “So it wasn’t cheating. I never cheated.”
But Andrea has recently gone missing, suspiciously taken, so I also do not want to belabor the point. I don’t want to remind everyone about my association with her.
Iris balks. “I am just more than a bit surprised to hear Frank described as a hot commodity that you or Andrea would be sad to have lost.”
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