Andy to Amy

"No way," I replied, reddening.

"You have to now 'cause you said I could and I caught you looking at mine. Anyway I double dare you and no rebounds!" That was it. The double dare. The ultimate order. Some of the daft things I did over the years because I had been double dared...but that had been some time previously, and it had been years since the double dare card had been played.

How bad could it be, I wondered to myself. I just show her the waist band of my pants and it's all over and maybe she'll forget that she caught me staring at yesterday's knickers on the bedroom floor.

"OK," I said, and put my book down on the floor. I turned to one side, bringing my knee up so that I could stretch out my upper leg and felt for the waistband of my shorts. Slipping my hand under them, I found the elastic of the blue briefs that I was wearing and pulled the side of them up so that the material was clearly visible above my shorts. "There. See? Not very exciting!"

"No, you have to do it properly," she said. "You have to stand up and show me the whole of your pants and turn around so I can see them all."

What? Was she seriously suggesting that I should stand in front of her in my pants with my shorts down? "No way!" I replied.

"You have to because you saw all of my knickers so I get to see all of yours."

"Yeah but you weren't wearing them at the time!"

"Well, you should have thought of that before you started to stare at them. Anyway you have to because I double dared you and you have to do what I say until the dare is done and so you have to drop your shorts and stay that way for 5 minutes." There was no escaping her logic, or her interpretation of the rules of the double dare, but 5 minutes? Not exactly reasonable!

"One minute."

"Four."

"Two."

"Two and a half," she said as she picked her watch up from the desk.