"John's right," Sarah said, scooping up a new name. "And I also picked John," she continued with a grin, dropping both papers back in the bowl.

"Well, crap," I said.

"John. Johnny baby. Johnson McJohnson. I think I know exactly what you need to do." Sarah's smirk was calculated and predatory and quite honestly a little terrifying. "I dare you to take off Nicole's bra from under her shirt -- and Nicole can't help you at all."

At first I was a little confused, but then after a moment of thinking about the mechanics of the whole thing I realized you would either need to take her shirt off and...