Tonya does, I don't

A big bimbo tattoo? Ouch. Forget it. I wasn't advertising my condition any more than I had too. I would just have to be careful not to let Chrissie or Tonya use my lips against me.

Tonya's teeth were clenched. "I'll take the deal," she said. I couldn't blame her. Vagina bumps would be a bitch in an orgasm battle.

"No, thank you," I said. "No deal." The audience began to murmur.

"Mister Big...Tonya will take the deal. Erica has refused the deal," said Biff. He listened some more, then lifted his head.

"Erica," said Biff, "Mister Big is offering to block your random orgasm stimulator temporarily if you agree to accept a permanent lisp. You have sixty seconds to decide."

Dammit. This one was tougher. I wasn't getting that many random orgasms a day...chances are I wouldn't get one now. But if I did...no, I didn't really have a choice. It would take only one ill-timed random and I was a permanent bimbo.