You defend your house.

Samantha comes out of your garage dribbling a basketball like a pro. “Ladies first.” She mockingly says while throwing you the ball.

Ignoring the questioning of your manhood you take your time sizing up the shot, for you desperately want to beat the arrogant redhead. You haven't played on a team since High School, but you have kept in shape through pickup games at the Y and practicing at home. Besides, you have a secret weapon. Because of the build of your garage you had to place the hoop slightly above the regulation standard of ten feet. Maybe those few extra inches will throw off the former Lady Crimson.

Hitting the first five shots you find your rhythm. Sam makes some quip about you missing the sixth, but you have put her out of your mind. After sinking the next four you silence the auburn haired Republican who now has a worried look on her face. When you are done you have made 13 out of 20.

Passing the ball to Samantha, she takes her position in front of the hoop. Neither of you say a word.

Sam's first two shots bounce off the rim. “Damn it.” She swears underneath her breath as the third rims out and mutters, “That basket isn't right.”

“Something wrong?” You try to get under the curvy conservative’s skin. “I thought women played on the same court as men?”

“It's fine.” The prideful redhead grumbles and makes the forth and fifth buckets. Over the next nine attempts Sam scores six baskets, but misses three. A bit of desperation comes across the athletic beauty's face as her fifteenth shot bounces off the backboard.

“The best you can now do is tie.” You grin. “Miss any of the next five and you lose.”

You don't have long to wait.

“Damn it.” The upset Republican stomps her foot acknowledging her defeat as her next attempt doesn't go in.

A big smile comes across your face at your victory and seeing the chestnut haired beauty so put out.

“Fine.” She submits in frustration, “I will be right back,” and begins to head for her garage.