Page 31 of Play to Win

Jesus.

“Fine,” I mutter.“Want some music?”

“Sure.”

I start one of my favorite playlists, the Beatles.

She shakes her head.“Beatles?Really?”

“I like them.”

“Their songs are really dirty.”

“They are not.”

“Yes, they are.There are all kinds of hidden dirty messages in them.And the titles ...what’s this song?”

“‘Come Together.’”As soon as I say the words, I’m laughing.“Oh shit.”

She chuckles too.“See?Then there’s ‘Please Please Me.’And ‘Why Don’t We Do It In the Road?’”

“‘Ticket to Ride.’”

“Now you’re getting it.”

“‘All You Need Is Love.’”

“Uh-huh.”She starts singing along with “Come Together.”Her voice is pretty good.Unable to resist, I start singing too.I know all the words and there we are, belting out a song together as we cruise along the highway.

We sing the next one too, “Do You Want to Know a Secret,” hamming it up and laughing through parts of it.

After that playlist is done, she turns off the speakers.“Okay, let’s play a game.”

“A game?”

“Yeah.We have to pass the time somehow.Would you rather ...?”

“Oh no.”

“Would you rather not be able to feel any sexual pleasure or never eat your favorite food again?”

I snort.“Easy one.Never eat my favorite food again.There are lots of good things to eat in the world.No way I’d give up sexual pleasure.”

“I agree.What is your favorite food, by the way?”

“Prime rib.”

She wrinkles her nose.

“What’s yours?”

“Hmm.I guess pizza.But that’s a bit unfair, because there are so many kinds of pizza—thick crust, thin crust, all different toppings ...”

“Pizza’s a close second for me.Pepp and mush.”

“Good to know.”

“Yours?”

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