The Democrat by a country mile

Samantha comes out of your garage dribbling a basketball like a pro. “Ladies first.” She announces and takes position about 15 feet away from the basket.

"Naturally." You reply trying to keep your tone jovial, despite your surprise at her apparent skill which seems beyond what you faced in high school.

The surprise continues when her first three shots are clean baskets, the busty Republican turns to you smirking "This is going to be too easy Lib." She sneers cockily.

You can't but chuckle at her obvious overconfidence "Don't count your chickens before they hatch Sam."

Your warning is ignored and the lazy exaggerated throw, probably in an attempt to show off, bounces off the backboard and lands halfway back to Sam.

Trying to hide a blush she jogs forward and bends to pick up the ball, giving you an excellent view of her well toned ass.

The rest of her performance is on the poorer side of average, sinking only 6 baskets of her 16 and leaving her on 9.

Sam takes your place at the side of the court trying to keep up her arrogant smirk, when she notices your own smirk which spread across your face at around the eighth missed basket in a row, she snaps " let's see you any better high-school" as if reminding you of that is going to throw you off.

"Talk is cheap Ms. Kendrick, I'll let my skills do the talking" you snipe back over a chuckle.

Your victory is swift, 13 shots result in 10 baskets and 3 misses and a busty redhead looking as pale as you've ever seen anyone.

"N..now John, you know I was just joking about that whole underwear thing right?" asks Sam in a nervous squeak.