winner ? Who had to overcome the most to finish their dare?”
Poor Paul. I felt sorry for him. No matter what he decided, he’d be open to protests and I suddenly regretted getting him involved. But, as I should have known, he was equal to the task.
“You’ve all had to fight an uphill battle,” he began, “and you’ve all done amazingly well. To triumph over your personal fears the way you all have is incredible and I salute you all. You should be proud of yourselves.” He smiled sincerely at everyone in open admiration.
I looked around at the girls. They were all flushing and simpering, batting their eyelashes and coyly playing with their hair. There he goes again , I thought wryly, making every woman he meets all blushy and fluttery. How does he do it? I wish I had that effect on men, or even women. I’d take love from any quarter - I wasn’t proud.
“I can’t separate any one of you,” he admitted. “You’re all winners really, so, to decide things I’m going to call for a ‘short straw wins’ competition. Does everyone agree?”
A chorus of ‘ Yes, of course, Paul, anything you say ’ greeted this announcement. If he’d suggested jumping into a volcano at this stage, I thought a little jealously, I’m sure they would have fought each other to stand in line. He went away and came back with four straws in his hand.
“The shortest one wins,” he stated, holding them out. Nobody wanted to go first and so, as usual, Stephanie took control and said, “Janice first, then Maureen, then Kim, okay? I’ll go last.”
We all picked our guesses but nobody wanted to look at them. “Oh, for heaven’s sake!” Stephanie complained and opened her hand. We all followed suit and discovered that Maureen had the shortest straw. “I win !” she squealed, excitedly.
“And what’s your first decree, you Majesty?” Stephanie asked expectantly.
“Uh, I’m not sure,” Maureen dithered. “Let me think…….Okay then, my first wish is that Janice has to take us all out for tea tomorrow night.” This was greeted with approval from most of us - Janice being a little subdued , however.
“And for me ?” Stephanie prompted.
“Oh, this is fun !” Maureen exclaimed. “You have to……to do my laundry for the week.”
“Done and done ,” Stephanie confirmed. And what about Kim? What does she do?”
“I’m not sure,” Maureen frowned. “I can’t think of anything off hand…. Wait ! I know ! Stef suggested before that Kim do a striptease for us. I’d like to see that.”
“ What ?” I objected. “Stef, tell her she can’t do that! There has to be a rule against humiliation somewhere. I won’t do it!”
Janice was laughing uncontrollably. “I’m out of here,” grinned Paul, swiftly departing the scene.
Stephanie was grinning also. “I don’t know Kim,” she said. “The rules state that you have to do whatever the winner wants. You did agree.”
“I didn’t agree to make a public spectacle of myself,” I argued. I appealed to Maureen. “Why don’t you make Stef do it and I’ll do the laundry? How about that ?”
“Oh,” commented Stephanie, “so it’s okay for me to do a striptease, but not if you do it, is that it?” She shook her finger at me. “ Double standards, my girl, double standards. I’m disappointed in you.”
Janice came down on Stephanie’s side and berated me for dodging my responsibilities, and in the end, I became tired of the whole argument.
“All right, all right, I’ll do it,” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in defeat. “But I want you to know that I think you’re all a bunch of perverts and you don’t deserve to be my friends. I don’t know why I put up with the lot of you, I really don’t.”
Stephanie smirked. “Come on, Kim, don’t be a spoilsport. We’re just having a bit of fun. And anyway, you wouldn’t want to see me do a strip. You’d have nightmares for weeks if you did. If anybody’s going to do it, it should be