Thirty-Five
"Humphreys, I don't want to study anymore. Who the f**k cares about limits and derivatives and math?!" "Munchkin, it's finals. You have to study." "If I see the word 'lim' ever again, I will literally die." "Hey, don't say that, honey. Come here; I'll help you study." "But don't you have to study for your finals, too?" "I just have biology tomorrow. Easy. Now come to bed and I'll quiz you. We'll play a game." "Okay. How does it work?" "Every answer you get right, you get a kiss." "I like this game already." "Every 3 consecutive correct answers, I take one article of clothing off. And for every 5 consecutive correct answers, I do anything you want. A lap dance, head, anything." "f**k. Why didn't we play this before? Okay let's play—" "But for every 3 mistakes you make, we don'
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