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Andrew glanced up from his work station's computer screen. Danny, all smiles, was staring at him from the cube across the aisle.
"What?" Andrew asked, suspicion blanketing his voice.
"Bro, I got a game. It'll be fun," Danny said. Danny always had a game. He not only ran the sports pools and Superbowl squares for the company, he had other "mini-games" as well. March Madness meant a bracket to decide best food, hottest female celebrity, or greatest musical talent. Scavenger hunts, Easter egg hunts (with mini-bottles of booze instead of candy eggs), they were all run by Danny, and run well. He styled himself the company's Morale & Welfare Officer.
The email came across moments later: "GF ApriL FooL GaG!"
The idea was simple. The idea was potentially troublesome. The men on the floor would introduce a fantasy to their wives or girlfriends, or boyfriends, that was way outside their relationship norm. Best reaction, short of divorce or break-up, would win. It was simple, genius, and the replies came flowing in. Andrew wasn't sure how everyone constantly escaped being fired over their daily email traffic.
"I call BBC for my wife!"
"I'll tell mine I want her to strap-on and do my b'hole"
"I'll tell the wife I want a threesome but it's with another guy and he has to be ghey."
Laughable. Andrew liked the responses and laughed thinking about some of the reactions. A crumbled ball of paper hit in him the temple. He looked over at Danny, who was looking at him very pointedly.
"What?" Andrew asked.
"You know what," Danny said in a stage whisper, "What's your plan for that newish lady friend of yours?"
"I mean, we've been together for only a few months now," Andrew said, "I don't know that something like this would be good for the relationship."
"Oh, stop," Danny said in a normal tone, "It's a goof. If she doesn't have a sense of humor, you'll find out sooner than later and you can move on."
Andrew shrugged. He'd figure something out to tell her. It'd be mostly harmless so she wasn't freaked out or intimidated. She wasn't the type that seemed to scare easily anyway. Millie was even-keeled and calm since he met her. He hadn't seen her upset once. Maybe it was time to test some of her boundaries. It couldn't end poorly, could it? It's just a joke.
Famous last words, he thought to himself.
"Aren't you lovely?" Andrew told Millie when he picked her up.
"It's the first time in four months we've had warm weather and I like sundresses. Too bad looks and aroma are different. I stink like garlic and sadness," she said, pinching her nose shut, "But the tips were good today. I have no idea why that happened. The Universe is smiling on me today."
They climbed out of the car and walked across the parking lot to the diner. It was at the edge of an L-shaped strip mall, backing up to the freeway. Now was the time to spring this prank on her and see what she said. Andrew was actually curious about her reaction. She might think him sexually deviant. Here went nothing.
"Hey, Millie," he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her up short. She turned and looked at him, cocking her head. He had learned the gesture meant he had her full attention.
"I've had fun the past few months, you know?" he started, hesitant about how to bring it up.
"Oh, shit," she said, "Are we having a talk or are you dumping me? Let's at least eat first. I'd hate to have my heart crushed on an empty stomach."
Andrew laughed and waved that away. He decided on a direct, simple request.
"No, no, it's not that. I like you and I feel like this is going well. So I want to tell you something important. I have a fantasy I want to try."
That stopped her short. A grin curled up on the side of her very kissable mouth. She squared her shoulders and faced him, waiting.
"Really?" she said, "It's only been a few months but I guess I don't actually know what you're actually, you know, into. You have my attention."
She was open-minded, he thought. That's nice she hadn't gone defensive on him already.
"I want you to walk behind the diner with me and flash your breasts at traffic."
There. He said it. He picked something simple, easy in his mind, and hopefully utterly inoffensive. If she blew it off, fine. If she got bothered, he could laugh it off. It wasn't asking for her to work a gloryhole or anything.
