Noelle pulled a wry smile. "I'm not nervous, just feeling a tad awkward!"
"What's the burning question everyone's dying to know?" Steven chimed in. "Sean, you're up!"
"Okay, here goes!" Sean clapped his hands together, touched his nose, and beamed innocently. "Where was your first time with Charles, and how long did it last?"
Noelle gasped, her smile turning strained.
It was not just Noelle. Everyone else sucked in a breath too, giving Sean looks that were part admiration, part 'good luck with that.' With a mischievous grin, Sean prodded, "Come on, Noelle, spill the beans!"
"Um... I'll take a drink!" Noelle reached for her glass, but Charles held it down. "As for duration, how about we see how long you can last if I start throwing punches?"
Sean was speechless.
Laughter soon filled the room.
Even Bob could not resist a chuckle, giving Sean a knowing shake of his head.
"That's not fair, you can't answer for her!" Sean protested. "Besides, talk is cheap. You say you're all that, but who can back you up?" He looked at Noelle. "See, Noelle's not saying a word. You're obviously bluffing!"
"True or not, you'd get the picture pretty quick if I worked you over," Charles said as he stood, shrugged off his jacket, and handed it to Noelle, who took it without a fuss. He cracked his knuckles, his gaze fixed on Sean. "On your feet!"
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