I'll think about it.

A game? Really? My first instinct is to say hell no, I’ve played enough stupid games for one night. But no... I have to hear him out. Maybe I can win his game. It’s worth it to keep my clothes.

“Fine. What’s the game?” I ask.

“It’s called strip tickle. I’m going to tickle you. Every time you laugh, I’m going to cut off an article of clothing. Don’t worry, I’ll reimburse you for your clothes. I promise. It’s the least I can do, considering you’re about to become the past president of the girls who have clothes club,” Josh says mockingly.

Against my better judgment, I’m thinking about his suggestion. It’s hard for me to turn down a challenge. Although that’s kind of what got me in this mess in the first place. But whatever, this is definitely a game I can win. All I have to do is endure some tickling and I’ll get to keep my clothes. Here's the thing. I know one thing that he doesn’t. I’m not ticklish. I can't lose.

“Promise me you’ll put those scissors away when I win your stupid game. The deal is that if I don’t laugh, nothing comes off. Got it?” I say.

I'm not really in a strong negotiating position, but he agrees to my terms. I sigh in relief. He got to see me naked once, and that’s the last time it’s ever going to happen. When this night is over, I’m going to try to forget I ever met this jerk.

“I promise. I’d shake your hand on it, but you seem to be a little tied up at the moment," Josh says as he glances at the bedpost where my arm is thoroughly bound.