The shed.

Walking towards it feels like a march of shame. The shed is out in the open, visible for everyone to see, a few dozen feet away my younger cousins are playing football with their motley crew of middle-aged parents and elderly relatives.

All of them can see me. If they just cared to look.

The pressure builds up and i consider running, but that would look even more suspicious.

So i reach that wooden cabin of sorts, i think it used to be a playhouse but we got a newer one and this one became the shed. I twist its brass doorknob and quickly scurry inside.

It's pure black.

Has he tricked me? i think, worried for a second that this is some kind of setup. But the lightbulb clicks on (just a bare lightblub, hanging from its cord) and bathes most of the shack with pale yellow light.

I see Terrance immediately, leaning casually against a cardboard box. In the dark, all cloaked with ominous shadows, he looks ten times a sexy. But it's the next person who interests me, Daniel.

His brown hair is cut into a military style, short. His face has the same features as Terrance but he lacks his expressionful blue eyes, instead having two green ones which stare at me like a piece of meat. He makes me quiver in more ways than one, especially with his well toned body, the powerful muscles which bind his frame and the fact that he oozes authority.

"So" he says coldly "i hear you drunk all the rum."

I smile sheepishly and sit crosslegged in the ground, creating a triangle between him, me and Terrance.

"Still, a bottles useful. We're going to play truth or dare."

Daniel doesn't ask, he demands. From his tone i doubt i could argue with him, i don't even think he'd let me leave.

Terrance chips in "everything stays in this shed, if you want to forfeit then you take off a piece of clothing, alright?"

"Yeah" i reply timidly "that sounds fine."

"Great" Daneil exclaims, adopting a sharkish smile. He places the bottle on the ground "whoever the bottle points at gets asked a question, got it?"

He spins the bottle, it flies in a blur until it begins to slow down and point at someone.