I drop my ball, grip the flashlight between my teeth and line my shot up underneath Lady Liberty’s skirt.

“Wait!” Jessie screeches right before I take my swing.

I grumble. Her flashlight rushes up and down my body.

“You’ve got more clothes on. It’s not fair.”

“We’re even.”

She ticks off every item of her clothing on her fingers. “Bra, panties, two shoes, shorts and shirt. Six.” Hearing her say the word panties brings the image of her flashing me that tight ass in the office, and I release my lecherous smile.

“Six. Same,” I tell her.

She scoffs, counting my clothes off on her fingers. “Two boots. Two socks. Boxers, pants, and shirt. Seven.”

I lock my hooded eyes on her and give her a devilish grin. “No boxers.”

Her throat bobs. “Briefs?”

I shake my head.

“Banana hammock?”

A laugh barrels out of my chest with such force that I keel forward and have to brace my hands on my knees to keep from toppling over. Her light laugh mingles with mine, filling the deserted shop around us.

She trains her flashlight on my junk with purpose. “I’m not sure how to process the fact that the only thing between me and little Big Man is a thin pair of jeans held together by a single flimsy zipper.” She fans herself and lets out a ragged breath. “Take your shot before my ovaries explode.”

I adjust my aim for the warping of the ancient, musty Astroturf that’s impossible to see in this light. It’s a hole in one. Jessie gives me a mocking golf clap.

“Should I just hand over my panties now?” she quips.

I moan in approval, holding out my hand.

“Down, boy. Don’t let the perkiness fool you. I’m a fierce competitor.”

She takes a shot, the Astroturf sending her ball spiraling into the dark abyss.

“Well, shit.” She hands over her right flip-flop, and I’ve never enjoyed a game of mini-golf so much in my life.

Four holes in and she’s down to her bra and panties. My hands are sweating as I choke up on my putter. I take a long, slow breath in through my nose and hold it while I swing. I shank it, my ball bouncing off Teddy Roosevelt’s chin and back at me. Jessie lets out a long breath. I’m not sure which one of us is more nervous…or more disappointed I missed.

“My chance at redemption. Out of the way, Big Man.” She wiggles in front of me, the thin fabric of her soft pink panties brushing against my groin and driving me crazy.

She nails it, sinking her first hole in one of the night. She jumps up and down, barefoot and beautiful. “Yes. Yes. YES!” she shouts, her full tits bouncing in the soft glow of our flashlights.