“So why not Gray or Hutch?” Cam asks.
“Oh, I mean, I’d be lucky to marry any of the guys. You have to admit, they are all attractive, kind, smart, and funny,” I state because that’s the truth.
“But what makes Bray marriage material?” Roxy inquires. “Like, why Bray over Hutch?”
I press my lips together, trying like hell to come up with my thesis on why I can’t marry Hutch, hypothetically.
“I don’t know. It’s just a game. I mean, I could say marry Gray or marry Hutch. Doesn’t matter, really,” I argue.
“I think you should marry Hutch,” Cornelia states, picking up her wineglass and taking a sip while watching me over the rim of it.
“You and Hutch are pretty friendly,” Roxy points out. “Like Margie said, you should marry your friend.”
“OK, then I’ll marry Hutch,” I say, trying to end this line of questioning.
Roxy cocks her head to one side. “Let’s play truth or dare.”
“Oh, I haven’t played that game in years,” Cornelia says.
Margie starts laughing, and everyone turns to her. I’m grateful the focus has shifted away from me.
“What?” I ask as I look at her.
Cornelia glares at her best friend. “Don’t even go there.”
“What? Go where?” Roxy asks as she looks between the two of them.
Margie catches her breath and looks at Cornelia.
“One time, when we were much younger, we played that game with some guys we were dating at the time,” Margie starts.
We all lean in because we know this is going to be an epic story.
“So, we were dating best friends. They were a little younger and a little wild. And we were going through our new widow phase and wanted some fun. So, I dared Cornelia and the guy she was seeing to use a cock ring that night,” Margie starts.
“A what?” Jessa asks.
Roxy leans over and explains it, and Jessa’s face turns bright red.
“Anyhow, Cornelia and…oh, what was his name…” Margie says.
“Gerry,” Cornelia replies. “Oh, no, uh, Jeff.”
“Anyhow, doesn’t matter. We all go about our evenings, and then we go to bed, and later that night, there’s a knock at my door. After putting on some clothes, I go to the hallway and find Cornelia out there. She’s in her robe and has a look of panic,” Margie continues.
“Well, it’s your damn fault,” Cornelia huffs.
“I’m not the one who didn’t make sure the cock ring was the right size. Not to mention, you never did tell me where you went and found one in under an hour. We thought for sure you all just went to grab a bottle of alcohol,” Margie argues.
I laugh as I start to put two and two together.
“Yep, this one here ran out with her boy toy and bought the wrong-size one, and the damn thing came off in her coochie, and she wanted help fishing it out,” Margie says with a smirk.
Everyone busts out laughing.
“Oh my God!” Cam manages. “Did you fish it out for her?”
Margie shakes her head. “Hell, no. I draw the line at sticking appendages up my friends’ orifices. Anyhow, I told her to march right back in there and wake that jackass up and have him fish it out, which he did. And that was the last time we played that game,” Margie announces.
