This is not Emily's lucky day

"Ok fine. Just deal!" Ever the addicted gambler, I'm confident that this time the cards will fall my way and Ashley will be the one who has to go do the door naked. I find myself fidgeting back and forth on my spot on the floor in anticipation of the cards coming out. 10 for me...6 for Ash...King for me...And the face down card for Ashley.

"20!" I'm beaming with excitement. I've got this.

"Hold your horses," Ashley says as she flips over a 5. "This aint over yet." She reaches for the deck to draw a card, revealing... a Queen.

"NOOO!" I scream with my eyes going wide. Reflexively, I pull my knees to my chest in almost a fetal position. "You--You can't be serious..."

"21 beats 20. That means YOU get to answer the door," she says with a chuckle.

"Please! Let's um.." There has to be some way out of this. It's one thing to be naked in front of my sister, but in front of a complete stranger? "Play another round? Double or nothing?"

"Haha And what are you going to do, answer the door twice? No, Em, you lost fair and square, so now you have to do the dare."

I can feel my heart racing in my chest in a panic, but she's right. That was the deal. I take in a deep breath and try to calm down. Ashley looks at her phone.

"Pizza'll be here any minute. Better get ready," she taunts in a sing-songy voice.

Resigned to my fate, I get up and timidly walk out into the hallway. There's nobody else home, but I still find myself cautiously checking around the corner as I tiptoe down the stairs with an arm across my chest and a hand over my crotch. Ashley follows behind, probably wanting to make sure I don't back out, which to be fair, I really reaally want to back out. Maybe it will be a girl, I think to myself, trying to come up with the least terrifying scenario.

The doorbell rings and I just about jump out of my skin. He's here! Already! Ashley plops herself down on the couch, just out of view of anyone outside the door, but with a perfect view of me as I approach the door. I try to figure out my arm and hand placement to cover up as best I can while freeing a hand to open the door. Ashley clears her throat and looking at her, she gives me a stern look and puts her hands at her side, showing me what she expects of me. So I slowly uncover myself and take another deep breath as the panic meter cranks up to 11. I grit my teeth and muster every last ounce of courage I have, reaching for the doorknob, turning it, and opening the door.