Chapter 64

“You know, Dickie, I hope you win,” he said.

“Yeah, well…” My instinct was to yell, Then just pick me, you bonehead! With maybe a punch in the gut or a slap across the face for emphasis. But we were enjoying a lovely evening, so I went in a more playful direction with the same message. “I’m planning to sleep with one of the judges,” I told him. “I’m hoping that’ll help.”

“Couldn’t hurt.” He leaned in. Put a hand on my crotch, smiled at the swell of my desire. He turned his head, vented another gaseous cloud of garlic, then turned back to kiss me, dragging the fishy tail of the burp with him. I laughed and wrinkled my nose, cried “Gross!” and pushed on his chest, but Colin gets what he wants and, of course, I took his tongue in my mouth.