Page 33 of Single Girl Rules #ThreeHeadedMonster

Everyone on our team nodded.

“Alright, Daddy,” said Chad. “How about you give me a piggyback ride over to the John Harvard statue to show everyone how good friends we are.”

Adonis shook his head. “Yeah, I’m definitely not gonna do that. And did you just call me Daddy?”

“I’ll take a piggyback ride,” I said.

“Sure.” He bent down to let me climb on. And I savored every second of it. I let my hands explore his back muscles before hopping up and clasping my arms over his rock hard chest.

He effortlessly stood back up and started running.

“Hey!” yelled Chad. “Come back!” But he couldn’t keep up with Adonis. It only took like one block to

lose him.

“Is he gone?” asked Adonis.

“Yup,” I said.

He slowed to a walk. “Oh thank God. Do you have any idea what the hell just happened back there?” he asked.

“We’re doing a scavenger hunt for the Gryphon Club.”

Adonis laughed. “You’re pledging the Gryphon Club? Since when do they accept girls?”

“They don’t accept normal girls. But I’m not normal.”

“I can see that. You know that the task of getting a piggyback ride from the captain of the football team is usually accomplished by climbing the statues by the stadium, right?”

“Yeah, but I’d much rather climb you. And where are you going? The John Harvard statue is that way.” I pulled on his ear to get him to turn left.

“Did you just pull on my ear to try to make me turn?”

“Yup. Would you have rather me used my tongue?” I leaned over and swirled my tongue around the edge of his ear. Then I nipped at his earlobe.

He shivered a little. “Yeah, I definitely prefer that.” He made a hard left. Like…too hard of a left. So I had no choice but to nip at his right ear too to get him back on course.

The cheeky bastard kept making wrong turns so I’d have to keep licking his ears, but eventually we made it to the statue.

The rest of the group was already there waiting for us.

We posed for a picture with me still on his back and then I hopped off.

“Alright,” I said. “Only two pictures left.”

“Actually three,” corrected Chad. “A gryphon statue, the statue of John Harvard, and something heinous.”

“Any ideas for what heinous thing we should do?” asked Watermelon.

“Yeah,” whispered Scooter. “Let’s go eat a pizza on a treadmill. Or lift some free weights and not wipe our sweat off when we’re done.” He shuddered at the thought.

“That’s one idea,” I said. “But why waste time going to the gym when we can do something heinous right here?”

“You want to deface the John Harvard statue?” asked Chad.

“Ten grand says I can rip his head off with my bare hands,” whispered Scooter.

“We’re not destroying any statues, you Neanderthals.” And does Scooter have a gambling problem?

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