As the two sat at the table it was Reham who suddenly had a wicked idea.
“Hey, can I see the ring?” She leaned in excitedly.
“Huh?” Joey paused, raising his hand onto the table. “Yeah, sure!”
“Thanks!” Reham giggled, snatching the ring off Joey’s finger and quickly putting it on her own.
“H-Hey!” Joey cried, shocked. “What are you-”
“You got to have your fun.” Reham giggled. “And as much as I enjoyed being your toy, now it’s your turn to be mine!”
“W-Wait, Reham!” Joey protested, reaching for her hand. “You-”
“Ah, ah, ah!” The Arab woman giggled, raising her hand out of Joey’s reach and stepping back from the table quickly. “You know that old saying, Joey? Turnabout is fair play.”
“Oh God...” Joey blushed deep red, realizing what had happened and wondering what was about to happen. “What are you going to do to me?”
“You like tall girls, huh?” She winked. “Big tall giraffes? Well, today’s your lucky day, because every woman is going to tower over you now.”
Joey gasped and braced himself as Reham giggled again and held her hand over the ring, thinking.