“Ok, one point to Madelyn; next up: ‘high fiber content’, sure, and… ‘high fiber content’?” Carrie reads, looking around as all the girls except for Alexa laugh. Leah speaks up, “I’m guessing that’s Alexa, since she’s just sitting there smiling?”
“Yeah, that was me,” Alexa says as her grin broadens even wider.
“You’re supposed to write something different on the other side.” Carrie flicks the card in Alexa’s direction, missing by several feet.
“I like what I like.”
“Ok, next up: ‘athleticism’, vague, but alright, and: ‘so top-heavy she falls over when she runs’.” And again the room bursts into laughter.
“Ok, so one of the guys, obviously,” Carrie says.
“Max?” Miranda guesses, looking at you.
“Nope.”
“Bernie?” Taryn asks, giving a pointed look at Alexa’s tits.
“Not me, Alexa’s plenty athletic…”
“Wait, which was the good side, which was the bad side?” Carrie says flipping the card over to look for a label.
“Well, there’s only a few options left. Uncle Ollie would never write that, and neither would Harvey. Uncle James?” Miranda asks.
“Nope, but I like where his head’s at.”
“Shoot, I forgot the rest of the rules. You only get to name someone once per round, and if there are three wrong guesses, then the person who wrote it gets the point.”
“Whoop! One point for me!” Rudy says, reaching forward to take the card from Carrie.
“Pig.”
“What? I get big boobs, and she can’t run after me when she’s hungry. Win-win.”
“Ok; ‘awkward and shy’, and ‘refuses tummy rubs’.”
Laughing, Taryn says, “obviously Maddie, though I didn’t know she liked them shy.”
“Actually, I love them shy, horny, and terrified, all at once, but that one wasn’t me.”
“Seriously?” Taryn asks, to a nod from Maddie, and you have to admit you’re surprised as well. Madelyn had eaten her first husband, Lucas, because he’d refused to either fuck her or at least rub her belly when she’d been digesting a formerly close friend of his. It was a legend within the family.
“Well, we’ve already drawn Alexa’s and Leah’s cards…”
“I GUESS MIRANDA!” Madelyn blurts, and Miranda bursts out laughing in her chair, hand covering her face.
“So that’s your type, huh little sister?” Carrie asks. “Skittish little belly rubbers? Maybe I should get you some collars as a birthday present.”
“Maybe you should…” Mira teases back, blushing briefly before hiding her face behind her mug of tea.
