The Bet

You landed a great girlfriend when Jess came around. Not only was she a complete knockout, standing just about five-five, slender, with 34B breasts (you've bought her enough lingerie to know) and amazing legs. She works out fanatically, constantly asking you about her ass and if she looks fat. She has never once looked fat.

Not only for looks, though, is your girlfriend a great catch. She also loves sports, especially football. Sunday, when most guys send their significant others away, you and Jessica are sitting on the couch (unless something stupid happens, in which case you are both shouting at the tv).

Her love of football is . Her father was a professional coach for a year, and now coaches the local high school (six state titles). She really does have a good grasp of the game, and this particular game on today has got her attention.

It's a playoff game, and she's been analyzing it for a week. She knows half of the rosters by number, and some of the colleges that they attend as well. It's really rather frightening at times.

As you tell her whom you think will win, she makes a derisive snort.

"Care to make a wager, bud?"

"What kind of wager?"

"If I win, you have to take me to that movie tomorrow night, and do whatever else I want for the rest of the evening."

"What if I win?" you ask.

"Then you get me to do whatever YOU want me to do tomorrow. Think about it. We both are on vacation. I really don't see a loser in this contest, either, do you?"

You accept. Three hours later, you see Jessica's face fall as her team loses a blowout, 35-3. You both go to bed, and she kisses you goodnight.

"I'm a woman of my word, John: Tomorrow, I'm yours."