Who is superior?
I said, "Don't you all need to go to bed so you can get up early?" I ask.
Mark responds, "I'm not tired," and the same sly or humorous expression appears once again. I can also detect a faint tinge of desire, which I can identify.
Since there is only hardship ahead, I should go straight to bed, but I haven't eaten in a while, and the beer has already made me sluggish. In addition, my inner demon argues, evening has been filled with enough of terrible news and issues; a lighthearted game with four attractive men could be just what I need right now. I take another sip from the bottle and remain still, so my inner angel must be dozing off.
The question is, "Truth or dare?" Mary looks directly at Mark and asks.
Mark expands his chest. “Dare.” And even though I believe he
