Amy tossed the dice and then clattered to a three. Green card. Amy glanced at the girls around her and drew the ‘Do a dare.’ Amy was about to speak . . . but then stopped, and placed the card face down.
“Amy?”
“Mooo?”
Amy looked between them. “Not allowed to tell you.”
“Why?” Jan asked.
“Just not. Your turn, big girl.”
“MOOOO!”
Amy glanced back down at the card, then back up at the group. "Look, it specifically told me not say anything." She folded her arms against her gigantic breasts. "Alice, it's your turn."
As Alice nudged her heavy head toward the table, Christina let out a quick "yelp."
"You are okay?" asked Jan, wobbling in her seat.
"Yeah, just . . . the baby is really kicking." She ran her hands along the tight, taut skin, feeling the bumps and lumps of tiny limbs. "What are we going to do?"
Amy looked hard at Alice. "We're going to finish this fucking game."