Chapter 17That night, I dreamt I was a contestant on a game show. In front of me were Dale, Scott, and Jeremy, naked from the waist down, legs in the air, ass cheeks exposed in all their sexy male glory.
“Alright, Theo, are you going to pick ass number one, ass number two, or ass number three?” Min, the game-show hostess, asked. The audience erupted in noise, shouting who to pick. “Come on, Theo, your time is almost up! Make! Your! Choice!”
I clapped my hands over my ears. “What do you mean, pick one? I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” To my horror, the three asses gaping at me began to speak. “Pick me, Theo,” they each mouthed, “pick meeeeeeee.”
I tried to squeeze my eyes shut, but my eyelids weren’t cooperating.
“Pick, Pick, Pick!” the audience began to chant, “PICK, PICK, PICK!”
