Your clothes!

“It looks to me like you have clothes on you . . . for now. I did say I would take the shirt off your back in this game” she adds evilly. “You can wager those for a chance to win the money back.”

I am flabbergasted, but the thought of possibly exposing myself is a little exciting and I begin to get hard. I nervously ask “Why do you want my clothes?”

She answers “Oh, sweetheart I don’t want your clothes. I want to embarrass you. You always seem to win these games and it’s time someone brought you down. I think a little humiliation is exactly what you need . . . or if you’d prefer, I can tell my daughter that you gambled away her money?”

I have ****. Besides, I have a couple properties and there is still a slight chance for me to come back. I accept and reluctantly shake her outstretched hand. “Good!” She laughs. “This how it will work: your socks count as $10, your shirt is $20, your pants are $100, and your underwear is $200.”

“My . . . my underwear?” I repeat. “But that will leave me with nothing if I lose.”

“WHEN you lose.” She laughs. “When you lose you will be totally stark, butt naked. Sorry, but that’s what you agreed upon when you shook my hand. So let’s find out if taking your dignity is more fun than taking your money!”