Page 55 of Game Changer
“Cute,” I scoff.“Please.This is serious business.”
“I’m already regretting participating in this,” Wyatt says.
I rub my hands together.
I’m having fun.With my family.
There’s a lot less tension than I’ve ever felt at a family get-together and it’s a goddamn relief, to be honest.And it’s fun being here with Molly.She fits right in, and everyone loves her.
“How did you get into trivia?”Everly asks me curiously.
I shrug.“I read a lot when we travel…on the plane, on buses.Weird stuff just sticks in my head.”
The announcer begins the trivia night, welcoming everyone, outlining the rules and the prizes.“Tonight’s theme is ‘Carnal Knowledge.’”
“Wait, what?”I turn to Molly at the same moment she looks at me, her eyes big as plates.
“Does that mean what I think it means?”she asks.
“That’s right, it’s all about the bow-chicka-wow-wow!”the announcer booms.“Driving Miss Daisy!Doing the horizontal greased-weasel tango.”The crowd makes a displeased noise.“Putting ranch dressing in Hidden Valley!”Now the crowd boos.“All right, all right, enough of that!Let’s get started!”
“I know a lot about this subject,” Wyatt says enthusiastically.“I was afraid I was going to look stupid.”
Everly cracks up, falling against him.
“First question!Where did the term blow job come from?”
We’re given four possible answers.Molly and I confer quietly, our heads close together.Close enough to smell that fresh grapefruit smell.“A musician who said it was like playing a horn?”she whispers incredulously.
“Sounds plausible to me.”
“No!That is not the answer.”
“Okay, which is it?”
“Number four.”A merging of the Victorian slang for prostitute and ejaculation.
Christ.I can’t even think about these answers without turning red in the face.How the hell did we end up at sex trivia night?
“Early condoms were made of everything but…a.animal intestines; b.animal horns; c.linen soaked in chemical, dried and tied on with a ribbon; or d.snakeskin.”
“Snakeskin condom,” Everly muses.“Hmmm.”
Molly and I again confer.Again, she seems confident of her answer.“I have no fucking clue,” I whisper.“Except an animal horn on my dick sounds pretty damn painful.”
She winces.“Um, yeah.It’s snakeskin.For real.”
“What is the average number of sex partners for women?”the announcer calls.“Three, seven, nine, or twenty?”
I look at Molly.Her lips twist up.“I think it’s seven.”
I blink at her.Has she been with seven guys?That’s…well, that’s none of my business.“Okay.”Once again I have to go with her answer.
The next question is average number of sex partners for men—four, seven, nine-point-five, or eleven.
“Nine-point-five?”I ask.“How do you have half a sex partner?”
“Maybe blow-up dolls count,” Harrison says, cracking us all up again.
