Losing Three Rounds of the Passing Game, I Chose to Let Go

At the welcome dinner for my boyfriend's childhood friend, someone suggested we play pass-the-parcel. Whoever the bouquet landed on had to take off a piece of clothing. First round, I took off my jacket. Second round, the bouquet landed in my lap again. I looked to Ervin Henson for help. He gave a short, mocking laugh. "Can't take a joke? Then call yourself a cab and go home." I bit my lower lip, and just as I lifted the hem of my shirt, Marilyn Fox shoved her phone in my face to snap a photo, laughing nonstop. "Ervin, you dog, your taste is terrible. His little woman here's got nothing to show. What was it about her that ever caught your eye?"