"Hit," Sarah sighed, slowly removing her bra.
In Lockdown, they'd discovered the delights of Strip Battleships on Zoom. Each 'hit' obliged the other to remove an item of clothing.
Now, each sat wearing just one thing. Sarah missed with D6. From her sofa, she noticed that, behind Chris, the cooker needed cleaning.
"Damn!" Sarah cried. She stood up, turned around, and slid her knickers to the floor. "Satisfied?"
"Very. Ready? GO!!"
They arrived at their bedroom simultaneously. Battleships got them in the mood every time, except that once when they accidentally dialled her mother into the game, too.