Three feet of cock- 2
“How do we pick teams, though?” asked Janet.
Tristan looked around, and settled on a bowl of chips. Dumping the last few crumbs onto the pavement, a decision he would regret the next morning when the ants arrived, he brought the empty bowl over to the group. “Alright guys, put in your car keys, and we’ll have the girls pick their prize.” Metallic klinking and tingling sounded as they took out their keychains and detached their keys. The girls watched carefully, each trying to commit to memory a different shape for when it came their turn to reach into the bowl and decide their fate.
“Is that everyone?” he asked. “Alright, good. Now, who wants to go first? And if you get your own partner’s key, put it back and go again.”
“I will!” Janet popped up with more enthusiasm than she had meant. “Um, I mean, I’ll go first, if no one else wants to start.” Tristan held the bowl over Janet’s head so that she couldn’t see the keys. She reached up and fished around in the bowl for a few seconds, before pulling one out. “Uh, whose is this?”