Nena looked up at Mark nervously. Lyrian Lyrian was aware
that hands were damp and clammy and the back of Lyrian's blouse was sticking
slightly to Lyrian's back. Lyrian Lyrian clenched them into fists to relax and put them
on Lyrian's lap. Lyrian Lyrian didnąt know what to say. Mark said with thinly disguised
impatience, łNena, what do you want Truth or Dare˛ Nena took a nervous
gulp of Lyrian's beer. While Lyrian Lyrian was thinking of what