For the next week I kept thinking about Nancy's lies, and the hot time I had with Terry, not to mention Cindy two weeks earlier. Oh, GOD, was I ever fired up for the last of the four special "poker" nights coming up on Tuesday.

I already had a hard-on when I got to Tom's house, but he was too wierded out to even notice it when he opened the door.

I poked his arm with my fist and said, "Hang in there. The rest of us did it, you can too."

"You don't know Karen," he whispered. "She would never dream of doing anything like this. Please go easy on her."

I put my arm on his shoulder, and looked into his eyes. "I'll watch out for her, Tom, really, I will. You can count on me."

"Thanks, buddy," he said as he took my other hand in both of his. "Can I say something about putting her in your hands when I leave?"

"Sure, no problem."

Oh, fuck, was this going to be hot. He just handed me the key to her pussy.

Once everyone had arrived, Tom led us though the archway from the living room to the dining room behind it. We knew from past sessions that we would be playing on their oak dining table. It already had a liberal scattering of coasters, as hints that they wouldn't want us spilling beer on the wood surface.

We seated ourselves around the table and Tom called to Karen. She came through the swinging door from the kitchen carrying four bottles of beer, and greeted us pleasantly. Then she went back and brought a large bowl of Chex mix to go with the beer. She disappeared back into the kitchen as we started our game.

After a couple of hands we heard the phone ring and grinned at Tom. Sure enough, Karen popped her head out of the kitchen to tell Tom it was for him. He took it in the living room, and soon came back with the "bad news". He called Karen out from the kitchen and told her he was going to have to handle an emergency in the office.

Karen nearly panicked when he told her that. She whispered something frantically in his ear, but he hugged her and assured her it would be OK.

Then he turned to me, still holding her, and said, "Dick, Karen's not sure it's proper for her to be alone with you three guys, but I told her we should let you finish playing, like we always do, and that I knew I could trust you. So you will see to it that there are no problems, won't you?"

"Of course," I nodded. "It's really nice of you guys to let us go ahead with the game, and you can count on me."

"Karen," I added, turning to her, "if anything is bothering you, anything at all, please tell me, and I'll take care of it. OK?"

She nodded, and whispered, "Thanks."

Then she kissed Tom and said, "You need to get to work. Don't worry about me."

He nodded, gave me a final look, and was out the door.

As soon as the door closed behind him Karen started biting her lip and wringing her hands.

"Karen," I said, "something is bothering you. Let's talk about it."

"I'm sorry, Dick, it's just me. Ignore me."

"No, I promised Tom that if anything was bothering you I would take care of it. I can't take care of it if I don't know what it is."

"I ... this feels so wrong ... being here with you three guys. I've never been alone in a house with guys before, not even with Tom, until we were married."

My god! A virgin on her wedding night, and still a total innocent. I had no idea women like this still existed.

"Of course," I nodded, "I understand. I have a suggestion. Why don't you take a book, or something, and go back to your bedroom. I'll bet there's a lock on your bedroom door, right?"

"Yeah, I think so, but we never use it. I don't know where the key is."

"I'm sure you won't need the key. There has to be a button or knob on the inside that you can push or turn to lock it. You go in the bedroom and lock the door, and then it will be like you have your own private house back there, with no one else in it. Does that sound good?"

"Oh, yes. Thank you," she shuddered. "I know I'm just being silly, and I'm sorry, but I hope you'll forgive me."

We all assured her that we understood.

"Thanks, guys. I'm going, now."

"OK," I said to her back as she started toward the hall, "we won't bother you unless we need something."

The living room, dining room, and kitchen were lined up on the right side of their house. On the left side was a garage in the front with a bathroom and bedrooms behind it. The hall ran back between the dining room side and the bedroom side. We could only see a bit of the hall through an open doorway from its side into the dining room.

She disappeared around the corner, and we waited until we heard her walk down the hall and into a bedroom.

"Damn!" Bob grumbled after we heard her door latch. "Talk about a total bust!"

"What the fuck were you doing?" Pete accused me. "You were fucking encouraging her to lock her fucking ass where we can't even touch it!"

"Peace, guys," I tried to calm them. "You don't want her to hear you. Besides, I've got a plan."

"This I gotta hear," Bob said suspiciously.

"First, think about it. The gal's a total innocent, and nervous as a virgin with a gun at her back. What do you think that means?"

"I guess it means we never had a chance, anyway," Bob shrugged.

Pete's mouth dropped open. "Fuck, no! What it means is she's feeling horny, and she's fucking scared to death of what she's feeling."

"Bingo," I grinned at Pete. "That's the way I figured it, too. I think we've got a good chance of seducing her, but the first step was that she had to trust us, or at least one of us."

"So who elected you?"

"Tom did, actually. Besides, I was the first one to figure things out."

"So, what's the second step?"

"We play poker for a while and let her calm down. Meanwhile, let's try to finish up the Chex mix."

Stuffing our faces with the mix was a thirsty job, and we had mostly drained our bottles by the end of three hands. I looked around, said something like, "Trusty Dick to the rescue," and went out to the kitchen for more. As I expected, I found plenty of bottles in the refrigerator, and brought out three.

We played two more hands before we got to the bottom of the snack bowl. I looked at it and said, "Time for the next step."

Then I intentionally tipped over my beer bottle, letting the liquid form a puddle in the middle of the table.

"OH SHIT!" the other two guys jumped up and started frantically trying to clean up the mess. We had some napkins, but they didn't help much.

For my part, I calmly walked to the hall and down to what I judged was the bedroom door Karen was hiding behind.

I knocked, and called, "Karen, we've got a problem! Can you help?"

I heard her walk to the door, fiddle with the lock, and then look out.

"I'm so sorry, Karen, I spilled some beer on the table."

"Oh, no," she said dashing down the hall. "I'll get a cloth."

I followed her back to the dining room, saw her glance at the table, then continue her dash into the kitchen. She came out shortly with a roll of paper towels, a wet dish cloth, and a dish towel. I stood beside her and grabbed paper towels out of her hand once they had sopped up their share of the beer. It only took her a minute or so to get the spill cleaned up and the table washed and wiped dry.

"I have another confession to make," I said as I handed her the wad of wet paper towels. "We wanted some more beer, and we didn't want to bother you, so I found it myself in the refrigerator.

"Now I wish I hadn't," I added, looking at the towels.

"Please, don't worry about it, Dick. It was easy to clean up. And I'm glad you felt you could get the beer yourself."

She gave me a sidelong look. "You're being very kind to me. Much more than I deserve."

I looked her straight in the eye. "You deserve it, Karen. You're a very special person."

That certainly flustered her, and she ducked out to the kitchen to get rid of the things she had in her hands. It didn't seem like she was going to come right back out, so we sat down and dealt another hand. But before we started betting she did return, with three more beers. She first stepped to the corner of the table between Bob and Pete, and set their beers down on coasters. While she was doing that she caught my eye and gave me a shy smile. Then she came to my side of the table and, to my amazement, pressed her body against mine as she set my beer down.

I turned my face up with what I hoped was a fond, but not lascivious, look, and said, "Thanks, Karen."

"You're welcome," she whispered.

Keeping my eyes locked to hers, I said, "Oh, we wouldn't bother you, but since you're here, we do love that Chex mix. Do you have more?"

She tore her eyes away from mine to look at the bowl.

"Oh! Of course. I knew you would want more. I was going to make another batch while you were playing, but then ... well ... my plans got changed."

She looked directly down at me as she said, "I'm sorry, it's going to take a while. I wish I hadn't forgotten. I'm so ashamed ..."

"Stop that, Karen. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Look ... would it go faster if you had some help?"

"Oh, I couldn't. I mean, yes, it would, but that's silly. You guys go ahead and play."

"Ah, but I want munchies more than I want poker," I grinned up at her. "I'd love to help you. Please let me."

"Well, I guess." She looked at Bob and Pete, "but what about you guys? I could use one helper, but not three."

"No problem," Bob tossed out. "I've been dying to take Pete on in some Gin Rummy."

"Shi-, I mean sure, I'll f- ... I'll clean you out, you patsy," Pete managed to get out.

I nearly laughed out loud at the effort he was making to keep his mouth clean, but I controlled myself.

"Well, come on, then," Karen said, starting into the kitchen.

I followed her, but turned and grinned at the guys before I went through the door. Bob gave me a thumbs up. Pete gave me a finger.

"OK, I'm going to let you in on my secret ingredient," Karen explained once I joined her in the kitchen. "I use chopped dates, but they have to be chopped so finely that no one even realizes they are there. That takes a while. Do you think you could do it?"

"I can sure try. Can I wash my hands at the sink, first?"

She looked at me, shaking her head in amazement. "You are something else. Tom would have just grabbed a knife and started in. I would have had to yell at him to wash up first."

She blushed and looked down as she went on, "I was standing here trying to figure how to tell you to wash without yelling at you. Oh, Dick, you're too good to be true!"

"Now, now, let's not have any flattery," I said from the sink as I started washing my hands. "Get it through your head; you don't have to butter me up to get me to help you."

I turned and looked at her as I rubbed with a hand towel. "I really want to help you. OK?"

"And I really think you are too good to be true," she said, blushing deeply, but managing to hold eye contact this time.

I turned to hang up the towel, and she turned at the same time to get the dates out of the refrigerator. When I turned back around she was still blushing, but not looking at me, as she took them to the cutting board and got out a knife.

"Only about half a dozen, but very, very fine," she managed to croak.

While I worked on that she got out all the other ingredients, then started melting the butter while she pulled out Worcestershire Sauce and some spices. Soon she was stirring the butter and adding sauce and spices to it. The cutting board was right next to the stove, so we were working very close to each other. The atmosphere was electric, but we didn't look at each other, or even touch, quite.

"OK, I'm ready for the dates," she finally said softly. "Oh, that's very good, but let me do just a little more."

She scooted over against me and reached out and took the knife from my hand. I stood very close to her watching as she finished chopping. She didn't take long, so I guess I had done a fairly good job.

I continued watching as she tossed everything together and popped it into the microwave. Then she turned and gave me another smile, not so shy this time.

"Oh, Dick, I really, really, ... I mean ... it was so nice of you to help me out. I can't believe how fast it went. You were wonderful."

"Working beside you was wonderful for me, Karen. My wife always chases me out of the kitchen, so I never get a chance at what you and I just did together."

"My husband won't come close to the kitchen unless I force him to, so what we did was great for me, too. ... You have no idea how much ..."

"I think maybe I do, too. Was it this much?"

I reached for her waist with both hands, pulled her close, and kissed her gently on the mouth. She moaned and melted against me.

I didn't let the kiss go on too long, but pulled back and said very softly, "It was at least that much for me, Karen."

She was staring at me, her mouth open and eyes wide. Then the microwave beeped and broke the trance. She jerked away from me, got the mix out, and poured it into the big serving bowl.

"We have to go now, Dick, thank you for ... everything."

She handed the bowl to me to carry out, and followed me back to the dining room. I set the bowl down and started to sit. Karen continued on to the hall doorway, then turned.

"If you need any more beer, Dick knows where it is. If you need anything else, call me. I'll be back there." She waved vaguely down the hall, and then she was gone.

Both guys leaned expectantly forward, and as soon as we heard her door click they started prodding for information.

"So, what happened out there?"
"How come the fucking bitch scooted off again?"
"Did you make any progress at all?"

"Hey, whoa! Yeah, I made some progress, and I would have made more if the blasted microwave had taken longer. She is definitely horny, and she really got into it when I kissed her."

"You're just shitting us. How come she took off like a shot, then?"

"Because she's still afraid to admit what she's feeling, even to herself. Patience, guys. The night's not over yet."

I was hoping she would show up by herself soon, and indeed she did. She slipped back into the room and watched us for a while. Finally, at the end of a hand, she asked me very hesitantly if I could help her with something in the kitchen.

When we got there she looked at me with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Dick, I ... I don't really have anything for you to do ... It's just ... well ... we need to talk."

"About the kiss?"

She nodded, but wouldn't look at me.

"Karen, I wouldn't have done it except that it seemed somehow right and natural at that moment. Did you feel like I was forcing you?"

"Oh no, Dick, no!"

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Yes, Dick, anything."

"Have you kissed many boys or men, other than Tom?"

"No, never! I mean, never before ... tonight."

"So Tom was your first?"

"Yes."

"Wow, you make me feel so special! To think I'm the only person you've kissed other than him. ... Karen, look at me. ... Do you want to kiss me again?"

She whimpered, "Yes, but I mustn't. Please, Dick, don't push me."

"Of course not, Karen. That would ruin everything. Our kiss was very special, and we need to keep it that way."

"Oh, Dick, you're so good to me!"

"I want to ask one more thing that I really shouldn't ask."

"Please, I already said you can ask me anything."

"OK, but don't answer if you don't want to. ... Do you think Tom has kissed anyone else since you were married?"

She was quiet for quite a while, and I was about to tell her to forget I asked, when she looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

"Y-y-yes, he has. H-h-he's done more than that. He ... OHH! ... I can't say it!

"Shhh. You don't need to say it. You don't even need to think it. Just think about the fact that he has kissed someone else. Does that help with the feelings you are having about kissing me?"

"Yes, Dick, YES! Dick ... I want to kiss you again. Please, let's kiss again."

We didn't say anything for a while after that. We kissed, tenderly at first and then more passionately. She wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me. I had a huge hard-on by then which I tried to keep from pressing into her, but the only way I could accomplish that was by twisting my body a bit. She didn't seem a bit shy about pressing her crotch against my thigh.

I finally pulled back enough to say, "Karen, I'm really loving this, but I think we should control ourselves. Don't you?"

"I don't know." Her voice was throaty now. "Tom didn't control himself with that slut at the office, why should I?"

"Because you're better than that. Let me guess. You're feeling like getting even, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I'd love to get even."

"So what happens if he finds out you had an affair ... with me."

"Dick! You wouldn't tell him, would you?"

"Of course not, Karen. You're far to precious to me to do something like that. But what about Bob and Pete in the next room. What do you suppose they are thinking right now?"

"Oh, no! We have to get back out there right now!"

I chuckled. "It's already too late to keep them from having suspicions. But I have an idea."

I looked at her seriously for a moment. "It's a kind of wild idea, and it will probably shock you at first, but I think it will do two things: First, it will give you a chance to get even without going too far. Second, it will keep Bob and Pete from spilling the beans with Tom."

She grinned. It was almost an evil grin, though she was such an innocent she couldn't really pull that off.

"I'm all ears. Tell me more."

"What if you kissed all three of us?"

"WHAT! No way! That's crazy!"

"I don't mean really kissing, not the way we were; just quick kisses, you know? Don't you see how that would work?"

"A chance to get even, and keep Bob and Pete from telling. You know," breaking into a grin, "I think you're a genius."

Then she growled deep in her throat. "Not to mention a hunk and the most fantastic man I ever met."

She threw herself at me and started kissing all over my face while clinging to me.

"Whoa, honey! Mustn't show favoritism if you want this to work. Unless, of course," I grinned, "you intend to kiss the other guys this same way."

She gave me a tiny slap on the cheek. "You're mean."

"Come with me," I ordered, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the kitchen door.

"Sorry, guys," I announced, "we had a little problem to work out, but I think we've come to an agreement. We can start playing now, and Karen is going to watch. Whose deal?"

Pete dealt, and Bob won the hand.

"OK," I told Bob, "I think Karen has an extra reward for the winner. Isn't that right, Karen?"

Karen giggled, then leaned over and gave Bob a quick kiss on the mouth. It was a bit clumsy, with her mouth at right angles to his, but Pete and I applauded, and Karen seemed pleased with herself.

I won the next hand, and Karen started to lean over me for my kiss but I stopped her.

"Let's do it this way," I said pushing my chair back from the table. "Down on your knees, slave."

She giggled again, dropped to her knees, and gave me a quick kiss, though her eyes fired much more into mine. We played several hands that way, with Karen dropping to her knees after each. All three of us had gotten kissed two or three times when Pete won a hand and decided to change things.

"Say, there, little lady," putting on his best John Wayne drawl, "aren't your knees gitt'n kinda tired of doing it that way?"

Her giggle had become a ritual by now. "Why, yes, kind sir, what would you suggest."

"How about if you set yourself down on this here lap, instead?"

"Oh!" She shot a glance at me, but I just shrugged. "Well, ... I certainly hope you aren't thinking of taking advantage of a poor innocent girl, but I can see it would be more comfortable that way."

"Wall, now, I've always had a soft spot for a damsel in distress, so you don't need to worry yourself none about that."

I could see fear written on her face now, but she did sit on his lap and lean forward for a quick kiss. She started to get up, but he held her down.

"Hold your horses, you little hussy. That was over before I even knowed it started. Try again."

He used his hand to push her head to his, and held the kiss for a second or two, then let her go.

"Pete! Shame on you." But she was blushing, and seemed more embarrassed than angry.

I got my turn on the next hand, and patted my lap. Karen didn't hesitate, sitting and bringing her mouth to mine. I let her stay there for a couple of seconds, and felt her shiver, then pushed her away. I managed to whisper, "no favorites," as she stood up.

She was a real trooper, giving everybody two-second kisses for the next half-dozen hands or so. Then Pete queered it. She had given him his kiss, but he didn't let her go.

"Shit, baby, you know you want more. Give me a real fucking kiss."

She slapped him, hard, stood up and pointed at the door.

"OUT!"

I glared at Pete. "You heard what the lady said. Get out. In fact, the game is over. Come on, Bob, we've insulted her, and we have no business being in her house."

Karen was sobbing now, and she grabbed my arm. "Dick, you don't have to leave."

"Yes, Karen, I do. I let things get out of hand, and I'm incredibly sorry. I feel terrible."

"But it wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was. I broke my promise to Tom, and even worse, I didn't see that you were honored as you should have been. Good-bye, Karen."

On the way home I realized what an emotional roller coaster I'd been on. I started the night wanting desperately to fuck Karen, and gleefully planning to exploit the opening that Tom had given me. Then while she and I were making the Chex mix my heart had gone out to her. I no longer wanted to fuck her. Make love to her, in a very tender way, yes, that would be wonderful, though not essential. Most important was just to hold her. Somehow, though, that warmth washed away the second time I was in the kitchen with her. I was toying with her emotions, trying to trick her into playing games with us, and I succeeded. But all that changed again when I watched her sitting on the guys' laps and kissing them, and when she sat on my lap and kissed me. I was worried about her, feeling an urgent need to take care of her, even jealous when she was on Bob's or Pete's lap. I was as truly angry as she was over what Pete did.

By the time I got home I was very ashamed of myself for what I had done to her. I felt there was a very good chance she would want to take our relationship further, and I told myself I must not lead her on. In fact, I must be firm with her to stop things from going further. Firm, but gentle. It might not be easy.

Karen did call me at work the next day, and wanted to get together to "talk." I tried to be frank, saying that I was attracted to her, and I knew she was attracted to me, but that we were both married, and we needed to honor those marriages. When she repeated that she only wanted to talk, I told her that the way I was feeling I wouldn't be able to stop at talking, and finally got her to admit the same thing about herself. I finished the conversation by pointing out that even talking on the phone with her was inflaming my feelings, and that wasn't a good idea for either of us. She finally said she understood, and got out a tearful good-bye. My own heart was aching dreadfully. We haven't talked since.

And so we reached the end of the four-week adventure that Bob had started us off on. Next Tuesday we would be back to the plain old poker game with the guys. Frankly, I wasn't looking forward to it. Frankly, it sounded boring. Frankly, I wanted S-E-X.

It was Bob's turn to be host again, of course, and we did all manage to show up there, though we were all a lot more subdued than usual. He apologized, telling us that Cindy had insisted on going to visit her sister down at the south end of the state. She had made salsa for us, but somehow it didn't taste nearly as good without her serving it.

I sort of wanted to talk about how hot the past month's poker parties had been, but realized I couldn't talk specifically about any one of them, because the missing husband in each case was now sitting right in front of me. I could tell the other guys were feeling the same way.

We did talk around the subject in generalities, but it was all very awkward. And then we realized something else. Our games from now on were also going to be somewhat awkward, because of the wives. I knew that Cindy and Terry had fucked all of us, and that Nancy and Karen hadn't. Things would obviously be awkward for Cindy or Terry if they were present, not to mention for the rest of us as we looked at them and thought about how hot they had been. But things would also be awkward for Nancy and Karen, who had been sorely tempted.

It seemed the only way to avoid the awkwardness would be for the gals to make an excuse to be elsewhere, the way Cindy had done this week. But excuses every month? That would hardly be believable. Pete solved the dilemma, though.

"Shit, guys, I don't know what the hell you are so worried about. Look, I know you all fucked Terry two weeks ago. I've known for years that she's a fucking slut, so there was no fucking doubt in my mind as to what kind of shit would be going on when I left the house. Hell, I asked her to tell me all about it when I got home. I know, Bob and Tom, that you each fucked her twice, while Dick, here, the horny bastard, kept her coming for nearly two hours."

Bob seemed to be finding this hard to believe. "No shit? There's no way you could have fucked her for two hours, Dick. Man, I felt like I kept her going for half an hour the second time, and when it was over I was limp as a dish rag."

"You just don't know how to pace yourself," I laughed. "I must have made her come screaming at least half a dozen times after you guys left."

"And" Pete put in, "she still wanted to fuck me half the night after I got home. She knows I fuck around, and I know she fucks around. So I don't give a fucking shit what you do with her when you're at my house. If she feels like a fucking gang bang, then I'll fucking join in."

"Oh SHIT!" all three of us said, or at least that's what I said. We all said it at the same time, and I'm not sure what words they actually used, but I assure you we all meant the same thing.

"So maybe," Tom said, grinning like a Cheshire cat, "we should have all our games at your house from now on."

Bob and I nodded agreement, and I mumbled something about how I was going to try to beg off for next week, anyway.

"No problem," Pete assured us. "So long as you realize Terry doesn't always want sex. When she's on the rag she won't want it at all. Like we said before, you keep your fucking hands off her if she doesn't want you, right?"

We all nodded.

"She gets what she fucking wants, and nothing more, understand? One night she might want to fuck me, and just me. You guys will have to keep it in your fucking pants or jack yourselves off. Another night she might decide she just wants horny Dick, here. Or maybe she wants a fucking sandwich with two of us. Whoever the hell she wants in, is in, and the rest of us are out. Got it?"

"Sure, Pete," Tom assured her, "we know it's all extra desserts. We'd be stupid asses to get greedy, 'cause we know we'd end up with nothing at all.

We finally worked it out that Bob, Tom, and I, would each tell our wives that we knew they must feel awkward about being left alone with the other guys the night we had the emergency at work, so we have begged off on hosting future poker parties. Naturally we would leave the impression that we would be rotating among the other three guys' places.

When I got to Pete's house the next week, Terry opened the door for me, and once I was inside she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big juicy kiss.

"No sex tonight," she explained, "but that's a promise for the future. And I don't mean just once in the future."

She apparently greeted each of us the same way. We settled down for a night of plain old poker, but first Pete called for a "committee report" from each of the three of us. Tom and I both reported that our wives had bought the story, but Bob hadn't said anything.

Pete turned to him. "What about you, turd?

"Well, Cindy first said she didn't think it was fair for us not to do our part, and I began to think maybe you guys hadn't gotten anywhere at all with her. So I started asking her if anything awkward had happened the night I had the emergency at work. She assured me that it hadn't been awkward at all, and in fact that it had been kind of nice. That surprised me, and she finally explained that she had sat in and played poker with you guys, and even won a little money."

He looked around suspiciously at the three of us. "I can't believe that she would have beat you in a fair game. I'll bet you were setting her up."

Pete laughed. "Fuck, yes, we were."

"That's what I thought. Well, anyway, I said something about I didn't think she liked poker, and she admitted she did like winning. But then she paused a bit and added that the money wasn't the best part. Well, ... it eventually came out that you guys got her on fire, and apparently used your fire hoses to quench the flames."

"Oh, yeah! Guilty as charged," I admitted.

"Yeah, well, after that I admitted that I had been fucking around on her, too. We decided to forgive each other, and that night I ended up using my fire hose three times, and I still left glowing embers.

"In fact, she gave me an ultimatum. She told me I had two choices: either drop out of the poker games altogether, or have them at our house whenever possible and let her do whatever she wants with you guys while you are there."

He sighed. "Well, you see I'm here, so I guess half the games are going to be at my house."

We all whistled and cheered, and Terry came out to see what all the noise was about, so we had to explain the whole thing to her. She admitted she was a bit relieved.

"I mean, I love fucking you guys, but I didn't think I wanted to do it every week, but at the same time, I didn't want to keep putting you off. I like it this way a lot better."

From then on the games alternated between Bob's and Pete's houses. Occasionally we just played poker, but most of the time we played a lot more than that. I often wondered if Nancy would have liked to be part of the playing around, but I figured she had chosen her own destiny that night when she chased the guys out and then lied to me.

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