"...and 30 seconds.  That's it for now, save some for later."  George smiled while he gathered the cards to re-deal.  He had Fred pull the next Dare card:<br/><br/><em>In this round the player with the worst hand must discard one piece of clothing.</em><br/><br/>George knew it was the basic card of the deck, they were sure to pull several of these, though some came with additional stipulations.  "Vicki, my wonderful wife, would you take your newly-worshipped toes on a mission?  My wine glass seems to have a hole in it.  And it does help the fruit go down."  George spoke in loving terms to Vicki, completely unconcerned with what just happened and more concerned with whether their guests had enough libations.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, George passed around the cards for the next round.  This time his hand was awful, garbage cards and after everyone had dropped and gotten new cards, he was still sitting on useless junk.  He knew he had better be ready to slip off something and when the grand reveal occurred, he was indeed the lowest of the low.  "Well, somebody's got to break the ice and I guess it will be me," George admitted.  "Beth and Vicki have already removed their shoes, so I will discard mine without counting them and remove my socks for my item of choice."  While speaking George was actively doing just that.  He peeled his loafers off and neatly placed them by his chair and after removing each sock, placed it in the appropriate shoe.  He wiggled his toes a bit giving them notice of their freedom and collected the cards to deal again.