Page 104 of Inez

"Kane won one and Chance won one," Annika says. "This is the last of three, and I think my man's gonna get the W."

"Oh no," Anjalee says, "Kane is going to win. He is the…oh my god, I have forgotten the word. Down dog? No, that is yoga. Something to do with a dog."

"Underdog?" I offer.

"YES!" She exclaims. "He is the underdog."

I open my eyes and realize Tatiana is painting the nails of my right hand a pale, sea foam green, and Terra is painting my right hand a garish yellow. "Wow," I mutter. “That is a hideous shade of yellow, Terra."

She cackles. "I know! Isn't it marvelous?"

I lapse into a hazy, contented silence, eyes closed, listening to a half-dozen different conversations wash over me. I hear a door click closed, followed by howls and wolf whistles from the men. I crack open one eye and see Terra sauntering toward us, grinning ear to ear.

She plops down on the couch next to Annika and smacks her thigh. "I win."

Annika frowns. "Um, you two were in there for like five minutes. No way in hell that man plowed you that fast."

Terra pretends to huff on her nails and buff them on her shirt front. “What can I say? I've got a magic poonani."

Anjalee splutters at this. "Magical poonani? What is this poonani?" Her accent has gone rather pronounced as she gets drunker. "Is it your yoni?"

"Yoni?" Terra echoes.

Anjalee points at her crotch in a broad gesture. "Yes. Your lady cave."

Terra covers her face with her hands, cackling. “Lady cave! Anj, fuck me, I love you. Yes. Poonani means pussy. Which I assume yono or whatever you said does too."

"Yo-ni,” Anjalee corrects. "It is the Sanskrit word for the vulva, or the womb, but really, it means the feminine energy as a whole.”

"So then, what's the word for dick?" Terra asks.

"Lingam."

Terra nods. "Well, there you go, Anni." She pronounces the nicknameAH-nee. "I have a magical yoni which Saxon's lingam doesn't stand a chance against."

Annika frowns, shaking her head. "No way! Less than five minutes? Sorry, darlin', I call bullshit." She whacks the back of the couch with her cane. "Saxon!"

"Yo!" Comes the shouted response.

Terra lunges off the couch and tries to clap a hand over Annika's mouth, but Annika has the reach and the strength advantage, and easily wrestles Terra's hand away.

"Did you just fuck Terra in under five minutes?"

"Hell to the fuck no!" Saxon answers, indignant. "Under five minutes? When I was fourteen maybe."

Terra is still trying to out-wrestle Annika, and Annika is cackling as she fends off the smaller woman. "Not another word, Saxon Cabot!" Terra screeches. "Or I swear to god I'll never suck you off again!" She immediately goes limp, flopping away and smacking herself in the forehead. "Fuck me."

Annika smacks the couch cushion with her cane again with a loud thwack. "You blew him?"

Terra shakes her head. "Nope!”

"Terra!"

"FINE!" Terra groans dramatically, stomping her feet like a toddler having a tantrum. "Fine! I sucked him off."

"The wager was fucking," Annika says. "That was the deal. Oral doesn't count."

I watch the exchange, puzzled. "Why are you wagering on this?"