Last one for the "Richonne Alphabet Series". Letter "J". It would be cute to see Richonne have a silly little moment like this.

Rick stared expressionless. He sat across from her, resting against the couch. His eyes solemnly focused on her.

She couldn't lose their bet. He vowed she couldn't make him laugh. So far, he was right.

She tried pulling funny faces. Nothing. She tried tickling him. Not even a hint of a smile.

It was time to bring out the jokes.

She adjusted her cross-legged position on the couch, trying out a dirty one.

"What goes in hard and pink but comes out soft and mushy?"

He rested his arm across the back of the couch, squinting in concentration.

"Bubblegum," she chirped.

He wrinkled his nose.

She huffed, pursing her lips and tapping her chin thoughtfully. Her eyes lit up with another dirty one. "Did you hear about the guy with five penises?"

He lifted his eyebrows. "Five?"

She nodded. "His pants fit him like a glove."

He knit his brow, bewildered.

She tilted her head and sighed. "Okay, okay. How about a tame one?" She cleared her throat. "What happens if you cut off your right butt cheek?"

A smile pulled at his lips. "I don't know, what happens if I cut off my right butt cheek?"

"You'll be left behind."

He looked away and snorted.

She pointed at him excitedly. He blocked her fingers, batting them away. "That wasn't a laugh!"

She pushed him down on the couch, climbing on top of him. He grunted in a half-hearted protest. She straddled him and placed her hands on his chest, taking another moment to ponder. Appreciating her new thinking position, he caressed her thighs with a wide grin.

"Ah!" She wiggled in anticipation. "Why did the coffee file a police report?"

He bit his lip, already sensing a winner.

She bent closer to him with her eyebrow raised. "Because it got mugged."

A suppressed laugh rumbled in his chest, another snort escaping.

She giggled at the great effort he was putting into withholding his laugh. He tried to move her off of him. She pinned him down.

"This isn't fair!" His stifled laugh escaped in unattractive chortles.

Ignoring his protests, she chuckled through one more. "Why was the belt sent to jail?"

Giggling, he weakly struggled beneath her. "I don't know. Why?"

"For holding up a pair of pants."

His head tilted back as he burst out laughing, his whole body shaking in delight. He tipped them over, effectively trapping her against the back of the couch.

After a few squeals, tickles, and laughs, she made her way back on top of him.

"If I would've known cheesy jokes were your thing, I could've won this fifteen minutes ago."

He pulled her down and kissed her, laughing against her lips.