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“Guru,” Ronnie says while putting her lettered tiles down on the board.
I tally up her score. “That’s thirty-two with the double word score. Not bad, but I’m still winning.”
She sighs. “Whose idea was it to play scrabble?”
“Yours,” I remind her.
“Oh, right. Well, we’ve been fucking since last night, and I figured we could take a break. I didn’t think you’d be a Scrabble savant.”
“I’m not,” I tell her.
“Whatever. You’re wiping the floor with me. How did you get so good at this?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I really like crossword puzzles.”
“Seriously?” She questions. “I never would have guessed.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover,” I joke.
With a wink, she asks, “How else are you supposed to judge it?”
When I take my next turn, I score 80 points.
“Motherfucker,” she whispers. “Are there any other secrets I should know about? I mean, nothing life changing but small things like a love for crossword puzzles.”
“Hmm,” I think. “I am much more of a dog person than a cat person. I also enjoy pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.”
She laughs. “Who doesn’t?”
She plays her next word.
“Linkitude?” I read it out loud. “That’s not a word.”
“Umm, yes it is.”
“What does it mean?”
“The aptitude of linked things,” she stammers.
I laugh. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
She pulls her t-shirt over her head, exposing her bra and panties underneath.
Her black lacy bra and panties.
She innocently grabs the straps and drags them down her shoulders until the very tops of her nipples are peeking out.
“Are yousureit’s not a word?” She asks.
At least I think that’s what she just asked. I’m so focused on seeing the rest of her tits to fully comprehend what she’s talking about.
“You know? I think you’re right. It’s totally a word,” I agree.
