A Game of Scrabble
July 03, 2006
In the middle of the restaurant, I pulled out a bagful of letters and nudged her gently under the table. “We’ll play just one game,” I said. “And we won’t keep score.”
She grabbed seven tiles in her soft, thoughtful hands. My hands were forceful, agitated.
We took turns staring at our letters for a long while before shaping them into dirty words. Tits. Fuck. Cock. Clit.
I won the game by a gazillion points.
Posted by Tudor at 11:45 PM in Various Positions | TrackBackComments
A gazillion, my monkey-tailed ass! It was a draw, dinkus.
OK, so you were eerr … a little ahead, but pffftt, whatever, I still kicked your ass at naked rummy ;).
Good times.
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