Third game, and your husband losses again, and the guy his been competing with has been eyeing on you.

"Let's make this a little exciting," he cunningly say to your husband, " if I win again in this round, I'm having your little woman."

"Sure," your husband talked without hesitation, "but if I win, you'd be giving me everything you won tonight."

"Are you joking, Cal??" You whisper to him annoyingly.

"Do you think I would let him have you, little woman?"