A Friday Night Wager

“Want to watch a movie tonight?”

“Too long,” Allie retorted.

“Wanna bet?”

“What?”

“If I get her to bed in half an hour, we watch a movie. If not, you choose.”

Danny would never get her down that fast. He hadn’t been home much lately, so she’d be desperate for his attention.

“So, what do you want?”

She sighed, “A foot massage.”

He grinned playfully, “Deal.”

45 Minutes later, he returned. “Kick your toes up, Toots, Daddy’s coming.”

She giggled as he climbed on her. He’d get to her feet, but he intended to work from the top down.

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