
Pick The Second I Ruin It
Pick a number, cutie. Right now, while you're still thinking straight — because in ten minutes you
won't be, and I'm going to hold you to it anyway.
That's the whole game. You tell me the stroke where you take your hand off. Not me. You. Four times.
And when you get there and you're shaking and begging me to let you have three more, I'm going to
smile and say your own number back to you. Nobody's ruining your night but you, sweetie. I'm just
the one who remembers what you said.
