”“The car or the truck?”“The car.”“You’re in for a real treat,” her father said with a grin.“Right,” she snorted. Even her father ...was teasing her about riding in a clunker in the parade.“I’ll see you there.”“I guess you will.”Lily had stopped going to the parade when she had turned a teenager. Until then she had gone every year with her father who talked about it as a work obligation rather than a fun family activity, although in his mind it was both. As a kid, she had trailed along behind her. There were double sinks with the fanciest chrome spouts that I’d ever seen, they looked like scallop shells, and the countertops everywhere were a creamy marble. There was a massive jacuzzi bath that was almost the size of the one in the movie Scarface. I just needed a pile of cocaine, an egotistical statue of myself, and some machine guns and booyah! Say ‘ello to my little friend!Right beside the humungous bathtub, there was a smaller regular-sized one. I could imagine why; you’d probably need. He made no attempt to cover himself, he just stood there showing off his manhood. I stared mouth agape, until Teri said," Unbelievable, isn 't it?" I just nodded, then shook my head and went downstairs with her. Moments later, Jason came downstairs, followed by my wife.The tank top I gave him just covered his torso, and the shorts were not loose on him at all. We sat down and drank while listening to music. I thought I saw Dana stealing glances at Jason every time she could. Eventually a slow. She was the receptionist at my Dad's office. The last woman was Payal, Divya's younger sister. She had short black hair and a beautiful white smile, and her breasts were just a bit larger than her sister's. Padma Lakshmi from the Food Channel was the closest comparison I could make.Once the various groups were sorted and in the right place, the actual game was quite easy to understand, if a bit random. In Tic-Tac-Blow, each guy had a sheet of posterboard behind him that was divided into nine.