Bedtime Lori stripped off her panties and tossed them toward the laundry basket in the corner. They landed on the rim of the basket and hung there.

“Close but no cigar,” Trey said.

“And why would I want a cigar?” Lori asked.

“Okay, how about ‘Close only counts in horseshoes’?”

“Are you the horse in this scenario?” Lori said.

“I give up,” Trey said.

“You should.”

“While I’m ahead?”

“I’d say you’re more behind,” Lori said. “And I’ll have you know I’m a pretty good panty tosser. In fact, I’m a panty tossing champion.”

“Do tell,” Trey said.

“Back in college,” Lori said.

“That doesn’t quite explain it,” Trey said.

“Can’t you just take my word for it?” Lori asked.

“Uh no,” Trey said.

“Okay, it started out we were talking about win-win situations. But you know how in most games one team wins and the other loses?”

“Yeah. And who’s ‘we’?”

“That’s not important. The thing is I figured out a game in which both teams win. Panty toss.”

“How does that work exactly?”

“I’d toss the panties. And if I got a ringer, I’d get to kiss you.”

“And if you missed?”

“If I miss, then you get to kiss me. What do you think?”

“What exactly does a ringer entail?”

“Um, well, I guess you had to be there.”

“I’m here now,” Trey said. “And I’d say you could use the practice.”