Well here’s a story for you. Three weeks ago my wife and I played a game of Monopoly, well if you’re reading this I guess you know how it went. Badly, well at least for her. You see we both had fairly even sections of the board properties all spread out nice and even except that I had all the stations and Parklane and Mayfair, (the most expensive properties for all those playing the American equivalent). Well it was a fun game and just when I thought I was stuffed she landed smack on Mayfair, Damn the cost of Mayfair with hotels is just mad.
Anyway, she managed to pay me off, just. It was lucky, I pointed out to her that she rolled doubles she rolled again went passed go and landed on chance, now my wife likes to brag so no sooner had she started spouting off that now she was on her way up to rebuilding her fortune, then she read out that she had to go straight to Mayfair. I laughed told her it was a great game and got ready to pack up when she said she could manage to pay me. “Not enough.”
“Clothes. I’ll strip for it.” Her tone was that note which told me she was serious.
“Ha, you’d need to give me all your clothes for that much.”
Now long story short. I lost the game, but only because by the end she had traded me more and more for different things like property, immunity (boy did that cost her). So here we were at the end of the game my wife bragging about how she had won and I just smiled and said “Yes dear, but remember three weeks from now you’re my slave for a week.”
“Yeah, Yeah. There’s nothing we haven’t done so not a problem.” I sat there a minute thinking to myself about the possibilities coming my way.
And by the way, a week off of work was easy after I promised my boss a little something.
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