Submit to Me

11 - Aaron

Gathering the dice, I threw them into the cup, shook them until I felt they were mixed enough, and dumped them on the table.

Looking at the five little boxed ivories with black dots and then my sheet and seeing I still needed a straight, I slid the two, three, and number four dice to the side, gathered the other two dice, and dropped them in the cup, and shook them up, hoping for a one and five or a five and six.

"You better cross your fingers you get what you need. Your grandmother and I are whooping your ass," Peter quipped, smiling wide and chuckling at my not doing so well this round.

"I can't win then all," I returned, dumping the dice on the table, getting a two and three.

Peter laughed. "Try again, shithead. Have I ever told you, you suck at playing Yahtzee?"

"All the time," I grinned. "Grandma's been kicking my ass at Yahtzee since I was a kid," I said, still shaking the dice.

Every other Sunday, my sisters and I play Yahtzee with my grandmother and her friend Peter.

Shayla and Mariah are like me—we suck. But we also don't try very hard. We like seeing our grandmother smile and love how thrilled she becomes when she wins the game—especially against Peter. They're very competitive with each other.

Playing with Peter, though, that's a different story. He's like a master wizard who gets whatever number he needs—almost every time. It drives my grandmother up the wall. And it always cracks my sisters and me up.

"Would you like to bet that you won't get the numbers you need to get that large straight you're seeking?"

While shaking the dice, I eyed Peter. "What would you like to bet?"

"Would allowing me to have sex with your grandma be a good choice?"

I grimaced at his remark.

"Gross!" Shayla exclaimed. "Grandma! What's wrong with him?"

I laughed at Shayla. If she only knew how crazy these two were together when my sisters weren't around them, she'd really be scarred for life.

So, to tease her and see her cringe, I leaned to her, grinning as I said, "You should've heard these two like a month ago when I brought them to bingo. Peter was talking about grandma having a smoking hot body, that if he won, she'd allow him to kiss her, and he offered to make her feel young again... if you know what I mean."

She grimaced, squealing, "Ewe!"

I busted a gut, laughing, as I sat back in my chair. "Tell me about it. I had to endure listening to them talking about it."

"So, did you get what you wanted?" Mariah, my no care in the world sister, asked the two old lovebirds, who claimed they weren't in love.

But I know better. Every time Peter enters the room, my grandmother's face lights up. And I love that she does, especially since she's living in the nursing home, and my sisters and I can't be with her twenty-four-seven.

Peter's lips quickly curled upward. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"No thanks. Let's get back to the game, shall we?" Shayla insisted, looking at me. "Get your straight so we can move on."

I returned to shaking the dice, and as I dumped them on the table, my grandma pretended to use her fingers like a magician would, trying to act like Peter, and said, "Give my grandson something to cry about."

What the heck? Like I'd cry... especially over a game of Yahtzee.

"Thanks, Grandma. I see what you think of me," I teased, smiling while looking at the two dice that went in my favor instead of my grandmother's. "You need to work on your magical fingers; you gave me just what I needed. A one and a five."