Three feet of cock- 2

“That’s mine,” said Tristan right next to her, his eyes wide from realization.

“Oh…” Janet began, but had no way to finish. Cheering would have been out of place. ‘Congratulations,’ was too brazen for her. She finally decided to let the silence speak for itself, and sat back down, clutching the key tightly.

“Who’s next?”

“You go,” Zoe said to Perrie. “Whoever gets picked, his girl goes next. That way we don’t need to worry about anyone getting their own partner.”

“Okay,” Perrie agreed. She followed the same procedure as Janet had, and soon pulled out her own key. She held it aloft, waiting for its claimant.

“My, tonight’s my lucky night, then,” Nick said. ‘That key’s mine.”

Perrie beamed before remembering her audience, and with a brief, guilty glance at Tristan, sat back down with her key and her thoughts. Suddenly, one thought in particular stood up and raised its hand urgently. “Oh! Um, how are we going to measure? I mean, if we want it to be accurate, doesn’t the guy need to be, um…”