take my boxers

I didn’t want to go there naked so I took my boxers. “Ha! So you’re chicken. I knew it. Come on little chicken I’ll beat you’re ass in not time.”
We left by the side gate and she let me go first since I wasn’t naked. I quickly realize my mistake as I could not move very fast. Maybe on the field I’ll be better but I had my doubts. We crossed the creek and jump the fence and were soon ready to race. It wasn’t as bad as I anticipated but my chances were not as good. “Ok, let’s make this more interesting. The loser has to do one lap naked. Are you game chicken boy?” I didn’t like being called a chicken so often as a result I accepted. Just have to endure the pain.
We started the race and she beat me quite easily. The no shoes wasn’t a good idea. “Ok, hand them over and run for me.” There was no turning back now. I removed my boxer and gave them to her. I hesitated a bit but started to run. As I was nearing the street I saw movement and I noticed a couple walking their dog. What, at this hour! If I continue running they’ll be sure to see me. But if I turn back she will call me chicken again. There was even a chance that I knew these people.