This was playoff season. Kara asked me if I wanted to come over the next Saturday night and watch the game. I thought about the last time. My pus.sy tingled. I said yes.
Saturday morning Kara texted me.
"Still coming tonight?"
"Yes."
"You'll never guess what happened last night," she texted
"What?"
"Mom and I are sitting in the kitchen reviewing snacks for tonight's game. We were just chatting when out of the blue she asks, 'If it's a game and we're serving, should we all wear something special? You know, give the guys a treat.'
"I was stunned. 'Like what?' I asked.
"'Team jerseys as dresses?' she suggested.
"I was stunned. I told her that sounded cool. She offered to go buy them. So I guess we have uniforms for tonight."
"OK," I said. "I'll grab some short running shorts to wear
