"It's a game." Jenny places the blindfold over my eyes. I shudder as everything goes dark. When I'm completely blinded, I hear Jenny turn to the rest of the group. "The game, ladies and gentlemen, is called Hands, and Dan is first up."
Jenny takes my shoulders and steers me in one direction, then another. She orders everyone to line up, hold their hands out. Jenny says, "Dan's going to find his lover, tonight." She giggles and squeezes my shoulders, and then her presence is gone, and I can hear people in front of me shifting around, and I know they're there but I feel alone.
The point of the game, Jenny explained over dinner, is to find your partner's pair of hands. It's a party game for couples but we're going to "mix it up," her words, not mine. Throw out the couples part and what you get is me in a blindfold feeling my way down a line of dirty hands. Me, in a blindfold, hoping to god the hands I choose are his hands and not, please god, the hands of Jenny.
Everyone sticks out their