A skipped heartbeat later, his heart now beating rapidly, Jameson spun around. Prandi was running toward him, her arms outstretched.

“Prandi!” Jameson shouted, sprinting her way until he was tripped by a certain psychotic villain.

“Good Lord, Sassy!” Becca said. “They love each other. Get over it!” Under her breath, she continued, “God knows, I have.”

“Yeah, come on sugar-biscuits,” Paul said, smacking Sassy’s butt playfully. “Let’s get home and … Hey, what’s that in your back pocket?“

Sassy was forced to decide whether to create mayhem or avoid disaster. She could walk away with a boyfriend and a girlfriend or she could demolish Jameson and Prandi once and for all with a devious measure.

As Prandi helped Jameson to his feet, Sassy turned to Paul and said, “What do you think of threesomes?”

“Me, you, and … ?”

“Does it really matter?” Sassy answered coyly.

Paul shrugged. “Not really.”

Sassy grabbed his hand. “Then, let’s go to the Promised Land. These losers aren’t worth my time anyway.”