The Manhood Diaries
“I don’t…”
“The dare is clear, Rosie,” Cassie said, not unkindly, but with an unyielding finality. She was back on her throne, but the throne was now stained, and her power was absolute. “A name. And a demonstration. You can use a pillow. Or… a volunteer.” Her gaze flicked, for the briefest moment, toward Brody, who was watching Rosie with a new, predatory interest.
Rosie’s cheeks burned crimson. She wrung her hands in her lap. The room waited. It was Debby, her friend, who gave her a tiny, almost imperceptible nod of encouragement.
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