I looked at my letters and the letters on the board. My mind was becoming a whirling dervish of alcohol and lust. I concentrated and it finally came to me. But just before I began to put my word down.
"Hey wait a minute …. I knew I forgot something … I get to make a rule!"
Damn Her. I was hoping she was going to forget that.
"Okay, so what's the rule?"
"How about … all shots done from this point on have to be body shots!"
"Woah … just hold on there … I'm not sure if that's a good idea … I mean .."
She just gave me that look and all hints of resistance melted from me.
"Okay …. Sure … Rules are Rules!"
But somehow that time spent with the rule making helped my mind a little … I decided I needed to stop pussy footing around … I was going to win …. I looked at the board again and my letters and it was if my mind was cleared of the fog. Using some of her letters, I built a word that traveled down to another double word score for a total of 65.
"Ha … Ha Ha … that's 20 for you … I think I'd like you to do two shots!", as I pulled off my belt and threw it on the floor, "And my rule is …. ", I had to think of something she might find uncomfortable. … my gaze fell upon the belt on the floor and then I remembered something she didn't like "How about this … the drinkee gets to give the drinker as many licks with the belt as they do shots!"