Okay I was an undergrad then studying the first of my four degrees in Philosophy (it taught me to write, argue, break down arguments, and logic). Part of the required coursework was to take some logic courses Intro and Formal Logic. The Intro course included basic truth tables (P & Q - conditional logic, De Morgan's Theorem stuff) well part of the course taught a 60's hippie (who I actually saw in in 2007 and he remembered me - he had to be in his 30's then he is still listed now some 35 years later. well he taught us a game of Polish Notational Logic called WFF n Proof using dice it helps with learning to make proof in symbolic logic. Now being anal and good at math loving logic and having mastered just about all the theorems I was a wiz if I do say so ( I would struggle now to even do tables...LOL) so that having been said me and two girls they had asked me for help at their flat. I know you know where this is going and you correct.
So I show up one saturday must have been spring/summer 83 and we start to play and are laughing and I start to show them how you play this game (they were in the class) when and I cannot recall their names but one girl was African American but not really dark and her roommate was a blonde girl not nearly as attractive. We played for about an hour when the black girl who had gotten way better suggested they play as a team against me and for articles of clothing. Now I was about 23 and extremely fit played soccer/tennis at UNI and would ride 40-50 miles run 6-9miles sometimes I'd run and bike in the same day and am British so i had a heavy accent then. Well I am competitive by nature so I jumped at the chance but quickly calculated that I had about 4 articles of clothing on polo (i even think it was an Izod they were the rage) shorts pants and pair of socks not much to lose, whereas they had at least twice that so to get one naked even to underwear would be some work. Well it was like I was possessed and hell I was a bit if a dog back then on the rebound from having lived with someone so anything went as they say. We played for about 10-15 minutes I had not lost anything the girls had lost shoes and their tops and were sitting in their bras at the dining table, thank god there was one and it was not see thru as I was already at full mast and dreaming where this might end. We continued for about another 20 minutes I lost one round and took off my shirt as a gentlemanly symbol of fairness hoping to increase tensions if truth be told...and the girls were now down to their bra's and panties neither of them matched and the African girl clearly had te better body to my mind and was more up for it. So with little left to lose 4 articles for them and 3 for me, we decided to do an all or nothing, well they lost the blonde backed out and the African chick became panicked so I said if yo do I will too we did and well I leave the rest to your imagination cos gentleman never tells. Happy reading hope I have not bored you all I cannot recall too many details but I do have an image of her standing in front of the couch undressing.
