Cemetery Street

"Heads," I called.

"Tails it is," she showed me the captured coin on the back of her hand.

My heart pounded as she placed her hand on the bottle between us. "Does the bottle have to point directly at you or your half of the room?"

"Directly at you." I said.

"You're quite the tease," she winked. "You ready?"

"Ready," I answered.

Shannie spun the bottle. I was focused on its neck as it went round and round. My heart leaped into my throat as it pointed at me.

"Just James minus a shoe," Shannie said with delight. "Hope he's wearing his odor eaters Sport's fans."

"Ha Ha," I said.

I was minus my other sneaker and a sock before the wheel of fortune finally turned. "Well lookie here," Shannie babbled. "It looks like James is going to see the bottom of my sock." Shannie proved that untying a shoelace could be seductive. She smiled as she slid her foot from her Chuck.

As luck would have it, I won the next spin and Shannie repeated her show. It was my turn to spin, and mine was the first to miss a target. "You lose a turn," Shannie said.

I was minus my shirt when Shannie lost her second sock. Shannie nailed me on her next spin costing me my shorts. I felt the beginning of a boner. I thought of my dead grandmother to stop it. I stood and turned away from Shannie, unsnapped my cutoffs and pulled them over my ankles. I felt my face burn as she whistled and clapped. I turned and dropped to my butt. "Tighty whities, really." she laughed.

My next spin I missed again. "I'm screwed," I mumbled.

"Don't count on it," Shannie answered.

Dead Eye Shannie's next spin backfired and for the first time pointed at her. She leapt to her feet, caught my gaze with her eyes and directed it to her button. With a quick flick she undid it and let her shorts slide down her legs before stepping out of them. "It's your spin," she said interrupting my stare.

"Oh. Yeah ." I placed my trembling hand on the bottle and spun it. The tension built as it slowed. I felt lightheaded. The bottle crawled past me and pointed at Shannie. She smiled and pulled her shirt over her belly. She paused a second before exposing her breasts. I studied Shannie as she pulled her shirt over her head. Thoughts of my grandmother faded.