You Lose
“You lose,” my wife’s friend, Debbie, said smugly.
I looked at her husband, Bill, and shook my head. He and I had only taken the stupid bet because we were sure we couldn’t lose. Well at least I had been certain we couldn’t lose while he had been strangely silent.
“You lose,” she repeated, “and you know what that means.”
I did. It meant that Bill and I would be at our wives’ beck and call for the next week. I guess I had let my fantasy of having Debbie as my little servant girl for a week get the better of me. I hung my head and waited for the next shoe to drop.
“Judy,” she said to my wife, “why don’t you take Bill in the upstairs bedroom. He knows exactly what I expect of him.”
“Huh?” I thought, “what does she mean he knows exactly what is expected of him?”
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