Lex flipped up his skirt thing.” At my confused expression she fills in the blank. “He wasn’t wearing underwear.” “Oh!” As that news sets in I ask what I assume I already know, based on the reaction of the women in the audience. “I assume that means he’s . . . ample.” “Well.” Amie gulps half of her second glass of champagne in one swallow. “I sincerely hope he’s a shower and not a grower, otherwise we should consider renaming him Vlad the Vagina Impaler.” I snort. “You’re exaggerating.” “Oh no, I am not. He could destroy someone with that thing.”