“Okay, Marsha, I’m going to address the elephant in the room,” Bobby said, boldly going where no man dared to go. I had to hand it to him, he was a ballsy little creature today.
“Why don’t I wear a bra?”
Bobby seemed surprised that she’d guessed what he was going to ask; though in reality, what other elephant did she have? “Well… uh… yeah.”
“I don’t like having the girls constricted.”
“That’s it?” He laughed. “No big reveal?”
Marsha shrugged, nonchalantly. “I’ve never worn a bra.”
“Ever?” Kenzie asked in surprise.
“Nope.”
“Not even when it’s nippy outside?” I joked.
“Not even then,” she answered confidently. “Anything else?”
“Oh, uh,” Bobby stammered. “I guess not. It’s just a little weird.”
“What’s weird about it?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes it’s hard to concentrate when they’re flopping around.”
“Why should I be uncomfortable just to make you comfortable?”
Bobby had no answer for her, so he sealed his mouth shut and abruptly ended that awkward line of questioning.
With the mystery of Marsha’s boobs solved (sort of) she turned to Kenzie and asked, “What about you, missy girl? How’d you make it on the show.”
“Honestly, I played up the whole small town girl thing.”
“And it worked?” Bobby asked, his mouth hanging open.
Kenzie laughed. “Well, I’m here.”
“Why are you so shocked when you hear of one of us getting on the show by way of our personality?” Dale asked Bobby.
“I’m just surprised that being tall or braless or a sweet, hometown girl would be enough.”
“Why?” I asked. “Did you have to sleep with someone to get on?”
“Pretty much.” Bobby nodded and the look in his eye made me think he probably had.
“Okay,” Kenzie said, looking embarrassed, “I might also have done a little skit on my Cookie Monster eyes.”
“You didn’t?” I laughed.
She nodded, blushing. “I had the head from a Halloween costume and did the voice and acted out a whole scene fromSesame Street. They must have liked it because I got an interview request right away.”
“That…” Bobby shook his head, seemingly annoyed by the stories he was hearing. “Well, shit… clearly I went all out.”
“What about you, Kyle?” Marsha asked. “How’d you make it on the show?”
I glanced at Kenzie. Her eyes flashed with uneasiness, no doubt wondering how I would answer. I had no idea myself. Searching my mind for a plausible excuse, I still came up blank so, like a toddler, I replied, “I’m not telling.”
“You’re not telling?” Bobby asked, stunned by my immature reply. “Why? What do you have to hide?”
