Now, Tracy and I are always betting each other. Generally we bet on goofy things but instead of betting money we bet dares. Now the more dares you have the larger the dare can be. Five is the max where anything goes at anytime.
I just happened to have five dares in my personal bank that I was saving for a rainy day.
That rainy day was today.
The Rams were playing and as usual sucking. I had two buddies over watching the game and at halftime the 49ers we beating us by almost thirty points.
We had had about four beers apiece and were feeling a little bullet proof. I decided that I was going to spice up our Sunday afternoon of football.
Tracy was hanging out downstairs and I approached her with an idea.
“No way,” she said.
But I pulled out my ace, “I have five dares that say you have to, babe.”
I knew from the look on her face at that moment that she had suckered me. She was turned on by my proposal but she wanted me to waste my dares. I love that woman!
My buddies were sitting upstairs watching the highlights from all of the other games and had no idea what was going on but I knew they wouldn’t object.
Tracy came out as the second half was starting. She was wearing a white #28 jersey that came down to her mid thigh and her hair was in a ponytail. She had nothing else on.
She sat between Stan and Bill and put her hand on their knees.