She does.

You look up as the ball goes over the net but you are distracted when Samantha yells out your name and out of the corner of your eyes you see that she has pulled up her green bikini top, exposing her huge breasts. The ball glances your finger tips and splashes behind you.

"I win!" she cheers, putting her bikini top back on before diving down to swim underneath the net. She pops up next to you with a Cheshire Cat-wide grin. "Suck it, Hometown!"

"You cheated!" you cry out, although you're really not as upset as you make it out to be because you got an eyeful of her magnificent breasts.

"How?" she asks with smirk.

"You flashed your boobs at me!" you protest.

"It's not against the rules!" she exclaimed.

"Well, you're quite the sore winner," you tell her, sticking your tongue out at her.

"Better a winner than a loser!" she laughs, poking you in the chest with a manicured finger.

"We'll see about that come this election," you grumble.

"Oh, I can't wait to see you lose that contest too!" She laughs and splashes water in your face.

"Will you flash your breasts to distract me during the debates?" you ask with a sly smile.

"Perhaps if it's not against the rules," she teases with a wink and swims towards the ladder.

You watch her climb the ladder, mesmerized by her wiggling shapely ass. She grabs a towel from the deck and looks over her shoulder, sporting a mischievous grin, as you climb out of the pool. "Do you want a towel too, Hometown?"

"Yes, please," you reply, only to remember what you had agreed to should you lose.

"I'll be right back with your towel, Hometown," she purrs as she walks through the patio door.

You are tempted to flee but she reappears before you could formulate your escape plan. She tosses you the Rush Limbaugh towel. "Now hand me your trunks!"

She sees you hesitate for a moment. "If you don't give me your trunks I'll take them off of you myself, Hometown!"

You've learned in life never upset a redhead and you hastily wrap the Rush Limbaugh towel around your waste before pulling down your trunks. You kick the wet shorts towards her. Sam bends down to pick them up, offering you an amazing view of her dangling cleavage.

"Enjoying the view, Hometown?" Samantha says with a mischievous grin when she stands up with your trunks in her hands. You're not sure if she caught you looking or is just teasing you.

"Yes, your backyard is amazing," you reply with a smile.

"Right..." Sam rolls her eyes at your lame joke.

"What?" you say while hoping you don't get too excited looking at her while wearing only the Rush Limbaugh towel. It would be embarrassing that Rush would suddenly have a large growth on his forehead.

"Come on, let's get this over with before I have to listen to anymore of your jokes," Samantha says while she dons her halter top and beach skirt, covering up her green bikini again, much to your disappointment. She leads you towards the fence gate and around the side of the garage. You try your best to remain a gentleman but you can't help glancing at her swaying hips as she saunters in front of you.

"Wait here while I get my car keys, Hometown," she says, her smile reveals how much she's enjoying your loss. You're glad you live in a quiet neighborhood as you stand in front of her garage waiting for her to come back. The last thing you need is someone seeing you half naked and flaunting Rush Limbaugh. The garage door slowly opens to reveal Samantha standing in front of her gas-guzzling Mercedes-Benz G63 SUV like one of the models on The Price is Right.

"You’ll do it in the driveway," she says with a sly grin and tosses you her car keys.

Her SUV dwarfs your car and you are a bit nervous backing it out of the garage and onto her driveway. You can't help but check out the interior. You definitely can't afford such a car on your salary.

You step out of the SUV and toss the car keys back at Sam. She kicks a bucket with a sponge towards you. "Where's the hose?" you ask, bending down to retrieve the sponge from the knocked over bucket, only to look up to see Samantha pointing the hose in your direction. "Wait! No!"

The cold water splashes against your face, down your chest, and then soaking the Rush Limbaugh towel. You run to the back of the SUV to avoid getting hit further but Sam chases after you. Already drenched to the bone you decide it's pointless to run away and accept your fate. "It looks like your towel is getting heavy, Hometown!"

With one hand clutching the towel to make sure it doesn't drop, you wash the dirt and bugs off of Sam's black SUV as she lounges on a lawn chair sipping lemonade. Occasionally she sprays the hose in your direction, calling out, "You missed a spot!"

You are tempted to toss the water soaked sponge at Samantha when you hear a car pull up to your driveway. Your face goes pale when you recognize the occupants getting out of the car. You hear the garage door opener motor start. You try to run for the garage but Samantha, with a big grin on her face, sprays you again with the hose, stopping you dead in your tracks before you can reach the garage door. She bends down and waves at you as the garage door lowers shut. Frantically you then run to the front door, only to find it locked. Sam soon appears in the front bay window, teasingly dangling your wet shorts on display.

"Please let me in," you try not to yell, lest attracting the attention of the three people gathered at your front door. Sam cups her right ear, pretending she can't hear what you are saying but all the while trying not to burst into laughter.