I can't help myself.

“Let’s up the stakes again. If I win, I want $1,000,” I offered.

I was going to make a lot of cash off of this arrogant idiot. He just couldn’t fathom that he was going to lose to a girl, and I was happy to take advantage of it.

He sighed and said, “You’re just making things worse for yourself, but okay, I’ll up it. I still want the same thing as before, but I can touch you anywhere. No sex, no complaining.”

I guess it didn’t sound that bad. I kind of expected him to want to do that, anyway. I mean, who was he kidding, I had the momentum. He would have to win two more games in a row to come back. He was at a major disadvantage. I felt like I had it in the bag.

“Deal. No backing out,” I said.

I held out my hand for a binding handshake. This was going to be the easiest $1,000 I had ever made in my entire life. We shook on it and he agreed. No backing out under any circumstances. But then, for some reason, he changed his character to Marth.

“Just so you know, I only play Fox casually. Now I’m going to get serious,” Josh said.