“Why the hell are we using mini cucumbers? Don’t they usually do this with a balloon or a potato or something?” The furrow is back in Nate’s brow. “You seriously don’t know?” Pretty much our entire girlfriend group has the inside scoop on this. “Obviously you do.” His gaze shifts from me to Tally, whose face is now beet red. “And you.” He looks at Flip, who seems less confused and more disturbed. “I would like to remain in the dark about this.” Flip’s eyes are anywhere but at me or Tally.
