Page 61 of Fun and Games

"This version is better," Mason said. "If you don't want to answer the truth or do the dare, you can take a shot instead. There's more options to choose from."

He set the now half-empty bottle down.

"Truth," he said, looking at me expectantly.

I'd only playedTruth or Darea couple times as a teenager, but it had never gotten too crazy. Being dared to make out with the person next to you was embarrassing as a fifteen year old, but as far as dares went, it was pretty tame. It did give me an idea, though.

"How old were you when you first made out with someone?" I asked. "Not just a kiss, but full on making out, tongues and everything."

"Thirteen," Mason said. "That one was too easy. You've gotta make this hard for me. Your turn. True or dare?"

"Truth," I said, hoping I wouldn't regret it.

He scrutinized me up and down. I fought to keep my expression steady, not wanting him to know I was nervous. Who knew what kind of question he was going to ask.

"What was your first thought when I walked up to you that day we met?" he asked.

"I thought you were gorgeous," I said without missing a beat. "I wanted to run my hands through your hair and see if it was as soft as it looked."

"I thought you were gorgeous, too, for the record," he replied with a wink.

"I know," I said. "Lizzy told me you called methat cute girl."

"Traitor," Mason pretended to grumble with a shake of his fist at Lizzy from across the room.

"Truth or dare?" I asked him.

"Hm." He tapped a finger to his chin. "Let's go with dare this time."

"You've got the ingredients for a dirty martini at the bar, right?" I asked. "I dare you to drink an entire cocktail glass of pure olive juice."

Mason blanched, his face screwing up in disgust.

"That's awful!" he complained. "I hate olives. I'm switching to truth. Can't be worse than a glass of olive juice."

"What's the grossest thing you've ever masturbated to?"

"I choose drink," he said immediately.

"That gross, huh?" I laughed.

He simply took a shot and smacked his lips.

"Truth or dare?" he asked.

"Truth," I said.

"What's the weirdest thing you've ever masturbatedwith?"

"Dare," I replied, not wanting to get into the details of my last few lonely, sexless, desperate years.

"I dare you to give Grant a lap dance."

"No way." I normally might have done it, but I knew it would probably hurt Lizzy's feelings, and I didn't want to get on her bad side when there was a chance we could be friends. I didn't have many of those.

"Then you drink," Mason said.

I picked up a glass and knocked it back with a shudder. I had never been good at taking shots.