Stripping Games
Chapter 2: Screw Your Neighbor

Copyright© 2002 by frog

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Screw Your Neighbor - Nina, Mike, and their college friends come of age through a series of stripping games. The competition and the young bodies are hot. This is a story for those who like lots of teasing and character development with less actual sex. You won't believe that taking off your clothes could be so much fun!

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   School  

The Plan

Mike found Nina sitting in the music school's student lounge. After his evening of strip poker with Lee, Phyllis, Doug, and Jack the weekend before, Mike was eager to talk to her. She looked stunning, as usual, with her dark hair pulled back and a long slinky black skirt with a burgundy blouse made from the same type cloth. She draped across a ratty old leather chair. The clinging material in her outfit revealed that she was not wearing a bra that day. Her nipples seemed to wink at Mike from behind the soft fabric. He took a seat next to her trying not to be too obvious in staring at her nipples.

"Any problems, regrets, guilt, or anything after our little party," Mike whispered.

"Phyllis had a raging headache the next day from a bit too much Tequila, but otherwise, no one was the worse for wear," she smiled. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. "It was quite an experience for everyone. I certainly don't feel guilty or embarrassed. And, I think that even Phyllis, good Baptist Phyllis, deep down inside thought it was fun."

"Deep down inside?" Mike said feigning shock. It was pretty obvious to him given the way Phyllis had stared at Doug and Jack's dicks that either she enjoyed the view or she was extremely curious. "What did she actually say?"

"Well, that's a little secret among us girls," Nina said with that naughty, mischievous look on her face. Mike loved the way her nose crinkled up a little when she made a slightly naughty comment. "But, I can tell you that we all enjoyed seeing Jack in all his glory. And, we wanted a bit... ah... more complete look at Doug. He certainly has a way of commanding one's attention. Whew! And, I won't tell you what we said about you!" Nina smiled that ear-to-ear smile of hers and giggled.

Mike replied laughing, "I won't tell you what the other guys said about you either then... except for our extreme disappointment in your cheap-shot sweatshirt 'cover-up' routine! Jeez! Cheaters never win, you know!"

Mike's scolding seemed to touch Nina's competitive nerve. Her eyes flashed.

"That wasn't cheating! That was simply good strategic play!" she argued. "Anyway, you got a small peek at me, thanks to Jack, and I didn't get an equal opportunity with you. You didn't have to show anything, you turkey!" She pursed her lips into a big pout and raised one eyebrow.

"I guess that calls for a rematch," Mike said hoping that she would take the bait without his being too obvious.

"Like I said the other night, maybe yes and maybe no. But, don't get your hopes up, big boy. That may have been your once-in-a-lifetime experience. Anyway, I have my recital coming up in a few days, so I need to concentrate on the piano for now." She paused and gave Mike that Nina look. "I will need some coffee and company occasionally, however," she hinted.

"I'm happy to provide that service!" Mike said standing and bowing low.

"You are a sweetheart," Nina said. She hopped up and gave Mike a quick kiss on the cheek. And just as quickly, she was off at her usual break-neck speed with high heals clicking loudly on the tile floor.

Mike watched as her wonderfully tight ass sway out the lounge door. She looked back at Mike over her shoulder, as if she knew Mike was watching, and smiled. Mike touched the place on his cheek where she had kissed him. He could still smell her perfume lingering in space. She is one spectacular lady, he thought.

Jack came in the door carrying his flute just as she went out. Obviously he had noticed Nina's braless tits also because he stared directly at them when Nina passed by. "I can't believe we didn't uncover those magnificent little cup cakes when we had the chance," Jack lamented.

"Maybe we'll have another opportunity," Mike said. "We just need to bring it up, so to speak, at just the right moment."

"Any of those three women can bring it up for me just by walking into the room," laughed Jack.

Then the idea hit Mike. "I got it! Let's plan a party at your place after Nina's recital! She will be ready to party big time. What do you think?"

"Done!" said Jack. Both guys discretely made strategic penis adjustments in their pants. The thought of a game #2 affected each of them in a distinctly familiar way. They both burst out laughing at the coincidence.


The Humiliation

Nina's recital was stunning. She played with such grace and passion. She simply swept you away with the emotion in her music. Sometimes she played so delicately that the instrument seemed to sing with her caresses and other times she lifted herself completely off the piano bench with the massive force of her touch.

"See you at Jack's." Mike said after the performance as the numbers of her back stage admirers began to diminish.

"Tell Jack that I had to invite some of the faculty to the party as a courtesy. I really don't think any of them will actually come. And, if they do, they won't stay long." Nina not only was musically proficient, but she knew how to endear herself to her teachers as well.

By the time Nina arrived later at Jack and Doug's house, the party was in full swing. It didn't take Nina long to catch up. In a short time, there wasn't a certifiable designated driver in the whole group!

Jack and Doug lived in a little, old farmhouse about four miles out in the country. Their house had a screened-in porch all across the front. The screens obviously had been added long after the original structure was built. A long, tree-lined drive led up to the house from the main road. Jack and Doug rented from a family that lived almost a mile back down that rural county road, so the place was very secluded. Doug particularly liked it because his rock band could rehearse there and not disturb anyone but the livestock. And, we enjoyed partying as loudly as we wanted without also enjoying a visit by the local police.

The party was really heating up when Lee looked out the window and saw a car making its way up the drive. It was an old green Plymouth, unmistakably one belonging to faculty member, Dr. Thom Sovitski.

"Oh my god," exclaimed Lee. "It's Sovitski. Who invited him?"

"I did," Nina said rolling her eyes. "He was standing there with several other faculty when my piano teacher asked everyone over to her house to celebrate my recital performance. All I could do was tell them that we had a party planned here, and that they were welcome to come. I think my piano prof actually was relieved that she got off the hook so easily. I guess Sovitski is the only one brave... or stupid... or bored enough to actually show up."

Thom Sovitski was a young professor, actually an assistant professor in rank, who taught music theory. He was just out of graduate school, and actually was not that much older than the students. But, he seemed light years older to the group gathered for the party.

Sovitski was the ultimate nerd. He always had a major chalk mark across his rear end; his wardrobe consisted only of clothes the total opposite of current fashion; and he actually carried a plastic shirt pocket protector filled with pens. Despite his nerdiness, he was an extraordinary scholar and musician-word around the school was that he amazed his classes with his musical knowledge and his ability to play virtually anything on the piano while never once stopping his lecture. But, clearly he was devoid of any social skills.

According to Lee, who was in his class, he also was just as horny as all the rest of the guys. Lee, famous for wearing the shortest skirts in the school, sat on the front row in his class, just as she did in all classes taught by men. She reported with some pride that he looked every time she crossed or uncrossed her legs. She enjoyed playing the "almost flashing your panties game" just to fluster him and to try to make him lose his place in his lecture. Apparently, he frequently did just that.

Sovitski's car was slowly moving up the drive when suddenly, Jack shouted, "I have an idea. Everyone be quiet! Lee, quick take off your blouse!" Jack ran back into his bedroom and emerged with a giant pile of his and Doug's dirty clothes.

"What?" said Lee seemingly in shock.

"Come on, be a sport and take off your blouse--or at least the left half--and pull your bra strap down off your left shoulder. Quickly!" Jack opened the front door and tossed the clothes out in a heap on the front porch. He followed those with several pairs of shoes.

Confusion appeared on all the faces present. "What's up, Jack? Hey, those are my good shoes," said Doug.

"Take off my blouse right here? Jack, you pervert," questioned Lee. "I may be drunk, but I'm not that drunk."

Jack pulled her close and whispered something in her ear. Slowly an evil smile crept over Lee's face. "Ok, I'm just drunk enough to do that, I guess. I think I see my academic career passing before my eyes though."

Lee was pretty smashed all right. And, she was gorgeous. She slipped off her blouse revealing a floral bra that snapped in the front. Her Asian complexion looked fantastic against the colorful bra. She covered her medium sized breasts with one arm and slipped her bra strap off her shoulder. Mike was mystified as she maneuvered her arm through the strap and tucked it under her arm. His dick, along with every other one in the room, began to spring to attention.

"Now, everyone start talking like a party is going on in here," instructed Jack. He peeked out the window as Dr. Sovitski's ugly green car pulled up in front of the house. The professor got out of his car, made his way up onto the front porch, and knocked on the door. A hush fell over the party on Jack's cue.

Lee cracked open the door, then leaned around it revealing only her bare left shoulder and arm. In her most coquettish voice, she said, "Gosh, Dr. Sovitski, we... uh... didn't expect you... ah... well... ah," Eyeing the pile of clothes on the porch, she loudly whispered "Uh... there's something that you need to know... ah... Everyone in here took off their clothes before they came in." She stopped as if she was at a loss for words and looked back at the pile of clothes on the porch.

Sovitski looked at the clothes, looked back at Lee and her bare shoulder, looked back at the clothes, took a deep, audible breath, and said, "Well... (then a long thoughtful pause)... ok."

Lee gently closed the door almost bursting with laughter. "He said OK," she whispered through her stifled giggles. There was dead silence in the room as the reality of the moment began to finally sink in with everyone.

There was muted shuffling outside the door. Slowly the doorknob turned, the door swung open, and there stood Dr. Thom Sovitski, young scholar, completely naked... except for his black socks! His skinny body seemed even thinner as he stood there holding his hands over his dick and balls.

Everyone gasped, particularly Dr. Sovitski. When he saw a room filled with fully clothed students staring back at him, his jawed dropped. There was an awkward moment of silence that seemed to last forever. Then, without a word, he simply closed the door in front of him and the room suddenly erupted with whelps of stifled laughter. Tears began to flow all around the room. It was like getting tickled in church, but being unable to laugh. The harder one tried not to laugh, the greater the pain and the need to laugh.

Again there was a flurry of activity on the other side of the door. "I'm going to be expelled," squeaked Lee. "I'm the only one here who actually is in his damn class. Jesus, I can't believe I actually did that." She peeped out the window in time to see Dr. Sovitski clutching some of his clothes and heading for his car.

Lee threw on her blouse and ran out the door after him. "Dr. Sovitski, wait! Don't leave." Panting breathlessly, Lee caught up with him all the while attempting to button her blouse. "That was a pretty cruel trick. I'm sorry if we... ah... I crossed way over the line. Come back and let us apologize. Please?" She gave him her most sincere, sad puppy dog look.

She also had buttoned her blouse incorrectly. It was all askance. Lee unbuttoned her blouse and started over again. When she did, she exposed her bra-covered cleavage to the professor. She brightened when she noticed that he glanced more than once at her tits as she tried to get herself together. With that, she really turned on the charm.

"Please, Dr. Sovitski, forgive us. It was all in fun," Lee pleaded.

"Well," said Thom again glancing at Lee's state of undress. "That was about the most embarrassing thing that I have ever done. I don't know if I can face those people. Plus, if this ever got spread around campus, it could threaten my job." He looked as if he had lost his very last friend.

"Come on, Dr. Sovitski. We all respect you; you're everyone's favorite prof; and we want you to just hang out with us," Lee lied. "The only reason that the joke got pulled on you was because you were the last to arrive and we knew that you could take a joke." She realized that he could make significant trouble for her if he wanted to do so.

Thom Sovitski reluctantly straightened up his clothes. Lee took him by the hand and led him back in the house. The rest of the gorup, after watching the scene unfold outside, burst into loud applause when Lee and Dr. Sovitski entered the living room. Everyone patted the good professor on the back; the girls feigned excitement with little sly little remarks about anatomy; and soon Dr. Sovitski relaxed and laughed along with the rest of group.

"You really had me going there," said Dr. Sovitski exhibiting his typical gift of gab... or the lack thereof.


The Discovery

As the party went on, the crowd began to dwindle, as did the loudness level of the music and peoples' ability to think clearly. Thom Sovitski, after several drinks, found a corner in which to sit quietly. Occasionally, someone would go over and strike up a one-sided conversation with him, but for the most part he was happy getting pleasantly smashed in the presence of people. This likely was the most fun he had had in months.

After a while, only the hard-core party people remained-Mike, Doug, Jack, Nina, Phyllis, Lee, the good Dr. Sovitski, and a girl named Linda who was a bit older than the rest of the students, a graduate student majoring, like Nina, in piano performance. Linda was a pretty plain looking individual, but it was clear that, once one got passed her ordinary face, there was a terrific body hidden away under there. She had auburn hair and wore a long "broom stick" pleated skirt and knit top. She had that type of heavy breasts that tended to undulate every time she took step.

Linda was tidying up some of the party remains on the kitchen counter when she accidentally knocked a stack of papers on the floor. Out in plain view fluttered Jack's copy of the picture that Nina had taken at the strip poker party. Three or four people stooped at once to help pick up the papers, so there was no hiding the photo. Jack, with his partially erect penis pointing at the camera, surrounded by a bevy of partially clothed people was difficult to overlook.

"And what is this?" gasped Linda. "Oh my god, that's Jack! And I mean all of Jack!"

"Uh... uh," said Jack grabbing the photo. "It was just a little game among friends."

Linda grabbed the photo back. "Game? Were you the big winner or the big loser?" Linda mused. "And you girls in your underwear? You have piqued my interest!" She looked around the room awaiting a response.

"We just went wild one night and played strip poker," admitted Nina. "And, OF COURSE, the guys lost, much to their chagrin."

"And, we still demand a rematch, " Mike shouted. "There was definite deception going on as well as creative rule making."

Suddenly, there was a crash across the room. Lee stumbled and fell headlong into the middle of the living room floor knocking over a lamp that Doug barely caught before more damage occurred. Everyone gasped thinking she must be hurt. They were greatly relieved when the obviously smashed Lee began to giggle uncontrollably. Her short skirt road up high on her thighs and her blue floral panties that matched her bra came into plain view. Mike stared directly at those same little wisps of public hair that had poked out around the edge of her panties in the strip poker game. Given the angle of her legs, those hairs and the outline of her pubis were completely visible. Mike wanted to freeze that moment forever.

Lee pulled herself together as best she could and continued to giggle as she tugged at her skirt. "OOOOPS," she laughed. "I seem to be exposed here."

"Are you hurt?" Mike said trying to act as if he was not staring at her crotch.

"I'm ok... no known injuries." she slurred. Shit-faced understated her condition. "Somebody needs to drive me home though, I'm afraid." Then Lee noticed Mike staring at her panties. She tugged her skirt down and said, "And, my chauffeur likely should not be you, Mike. I think you suddenly have gotten some naughty ideas."

"I have naughty ideas too," said Jack, "but I'll take you home anyway." Jack bent down and picked Lee up as if she was weightless.

"Bye, everyone," shouted Lee as she threw her arms around Jack's neck. Jack swung her up higher in his arms, one arm under her shoulders and one under her legs. When he did so, the bottom of her skirt again fell away from her body. There, encased in flowered panties was Lee's lovely ass for all to see. Her labia were outlined by the thin nylon of her panties. Mike wanted to tell Jack to hold that pose forever, but instead, out the door and into the night went Jack with his precious, inebriated cargo. That moment would have made the whole evening worthwhile had it not been for the events that followed.

The Challenge

"Now back to the matter at hand, " said Linda. "You guys actually played strip poker?"

"No," said Doug dripping with sarcasm. "Every time we get together, Phyllis just insists that Jack gets naked. It's her thing... about his thing."

"I do not!" said Phyllis. "Doug, why do you always pick on me, you turkey? By the way, that's not really me in the picture, Linda. It's my naughty twin sister."

"Right," said Nina, "Actually that's her stunt double!"

"Correct," laughed Phyllis. She winked at Doug.

"So, how about that rematch?" Mike said plunging recklessly ahead with his and Jack's planned agenda. "Or, are you girls to chicken to play... to play fairly, that is? Linda, they made up rules as they went along in the last game. It was not fair. Nina knows that in a fair game, she would have lost. And, she just can't face losing."

These were fighting words to the lovely Nina. Her eyes flashed, her face turned red, and that twinkle returned in her eye.

"We're not playing strip poker any more and that's final," reponded Nina. "And, it's not because I'm chicken, smarty-pants. It's the game that sucks. In real poker, you play the odds to win-if you don't take a few risks, you will lose. In strip poker if you play to win, you lose. If you fold on every hand, you keep your clothes on-just like you did, Mr. Mike-so you actually win by not losing, if that makes sense to anyone. The best way to bet in that last game was not to bet at all!"

Nina had the look of defiant power her eyes. She was right and she knew it. Given prior experience, Mike knew that a new game would be reduced to no betting and a lot of folding. He couldn't argue with Nina's logic. Nina's little dimples occupied most of my limited attention, but his heart sank when he realized that another game likely would not happen.

"You need a game that has one clear loser after each hand," said Dr. Sovitski sitting way over in the corner. His statement was so quiet that the others hardly noticed him.

"What's that, Prof?" Mike said.

"I said you need a simple card game in which everyone wins, except for one person. Also one in which everyone has equal amounts of risk, skill, and luck," Sovitski retorted. He almost sounded as if he was about to launch into one of his lectures.

"Well, poker is not that game," whined Nina. "Why risk your chips by trying to draw a winning hand, when you can just fold and lose only one chip? I don't know of any other game that meets Dr. Sovitski's criteria either, so let's just forget it, why don't we?" Nina demanded.

Mike began to try to salvage what remnants he could from an idea that was fading fast. "Others are entitled to opinions also, you know, Nina. How about you, Linda? Brave enough to try a little stripping game?" Mike flashed his biggest, most challenging smile.

Linda blushed through about nine different shades of red. "I don't know. I'm not sure I know any of you well enough. Can you be trusted?" The alcohol had begun to slur her speech just slightly. This gave Mike renewed courage.

"I believe that this photo proves that we, particularly Jack, are good sports about it," Mike declared.

"I guess then it would depend on the game and the players." Linda glanced around the room as if she had said something really nasty and then she looked down stifling a small smile.

Nina couldn't control her competitive streak any longer. "You find the game and the players that will satisfy my friend, Linda, and we'll play you again. And, we women again will beat the pants right off of you!" Nina and Phyllis gave each other a big high-five although Phyllis had that look of disbelief on her face.

"How about 'Screw Your Neighbor?" said Dr. Sovitski quietly from the corner.

Screw Your Neighbor

"We are all listening," Mike said after a pregnant pause.

"Screw Your Neighbor is a simple drinking game actually," said Sovitski reverting to his professorial role. He explained the rules, as follows:

The object of the game is not to end up with the lowest card at the end of each round. (Ranking, Low to High: Ace, 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10, Jack, Queen, King). The dealer deals each player one card face down. Each player looks at his/her card. If it is a King, the player immediately flips it over and places it in front of him/herself.

Each round begins with the player to the left of the dealer, making a simple decision-keeping his card or trading it with the person to his left. Play proceeds in a clockwise manner with each person either keeping the card dealt (or traded) to him, or trading with the person on his left. The dealer, who obviously goes last, has the option of either keeping his card or trading for one from the top of the deck.

A flipped King cannot be traded. Thus, the person to the right of the King is semi-screwed if the card that he was dealt (or was traded) is a crappy one, since he is stuck with it for the round.

Players also can get screwed when they trade and get an even lower card from their neighbor. The neighbor then typically smiles meekly and says that he likes his card and does not want to trade with the person on his left. Unless others in the round have really crappy cards, they too will elect not to trade.

Since the dealer can always trade with the deck (i.e. he is the last to go and can't get stuck next to a King), he is at an advantage, so the deal rotates after each round.

After the dealer makes the final choice, all cards are flipped and the holder of the low card, takes a drink or, in this case, takes off an article of clothing. If there are ties, all losers must strip.

"Well, Dr. Sovitski, that sounds like a fun little game," said Nina in her most condescending voice. "Perhaps, someday we'll all get to try it."

"Sounds like it satisfies the Linda Rule. Let's play... right now," Mike said. He viewed this as his last opportunity to prompt another game.

"Now?" several people exclaimed all glancing nervously over at Dr. Sovitski.

"Now!" Mike repeated. "There is a reason for this suggestion, given they unfair way SOME PEOPLE played the last time. We need to play dressed as we are right now. It won't work if you... ah... if we have time to plan unrevealing wardrobes and determine how to cheat! It has to be here and now. What about it, Linda? Does the game meet your criteria? Are you in?"

There was a long pause followed by a giggle that seemed to bubble up from her. "I guess so," whispered Linda. Linda, as far as anyone knew, did not have a regular boyfriend, so she appeared to think that the idea had great potential. Or, perhaps it was the danger that excited her.

"Oh, no!" said Phyllis. "I can see where this is going. I've been at this juncture before. Linda, Nina, a little restraint here would be good, don't you think?" She was thinking in particular of the underwear that she was wearing-underwear considerably more revealing than those she wore in the last game.

"Think of it, Nina," Mike said quickly. "Even the name of the game is appealing. I'll volunteer to sit on your left, so when you 'screw your neighbor, ' the screwee will be me. Of course, if you don't you think that you girls can win again..." His voice trailed off.

"It has to be even numbers of boys and girls," said Nina. "So, if anyone here says no, it's over and we don't discuss it anymore. Linda?" she quizzed knowing that Linda was older and likely would have second thoughts about this. If Linda bailed out, as Nina expected her to do, then Nina could save face.

"No stupid dares, no unwanted advances, no gross stuff, no touching without permission?" said Linda. Her mind was racing and her face turned redder and redder.

"Agreed," said Doug, "a friendly game."

"I don't want to be the party pooper, so... ok, I guess I'm in," said Linda. Nina's jaw dropped.

"Dr. Sovitski?" said Nina. "No offense, but we all are a bit uncomfortable discussing this in front of you."

A confused look came over Sovitski's face. His look then turned to one of concern. "Absolute discretion?" said Sovitski.

"Absolute, " I said with authority. I looked directly at Nina. "Plus, you get to reverse the little trick they played on you and exact a bit of revenge."

"If worse comes to worse, I can probably find another job." He laughed awkwardly. "I'll play."

"Damn you, Mike," said Nina. "Prepare to be SCREWED!"

"Oh, shit," sighed Phyllis. "Here we go again." She glanced over in Doug's direction just in time to see him adjust the large bulge in his jeans. Involuntarily, Phyllis' nipples grew hard. Secretly she had hoped for this moment. The hint of what was in Doug's pants had merely increased her appetite since the last game.


Game Number Two

"Men have four items to remove in this exact order: Shoes and socks count as one; then shirt, then pants, then underwear. Women have five items. Pay close attention, Nina," Mike said as he and Doug moved the furniture back against the walls in the living room so everyone could sit in a circle on the floor.

"Yeah, yeah," said Nina with mock annoyance. "Let me guess, in order, shoes and socks, blouse, pants or skirt, bra, and panties. Correct?"

"Correct. No cheating either."

Linda, again blushing ferociously, said," I have on pantyhose. Those should count too?"

"Nope, they come off with your shoes, just like socks," Doug said.

It was clear that the actual thought of taking her pantyhose and other items off suddenly sank in with Linda. What had before seemed like silly, alcohol-induced discussion now had become very serious. The look on her face was one of great foreboding.

"Are we drunk enough to do this?" she said quietly to Phyllis.

"I guess so. There are some surprises in store for you though, pleasant ones." A sinister grin came over Phyllis' face as she motioned with her eyes toward quiet little Doug who had just taken his place in the circle.

Nina whispered to Linda. In doing so, she had to lean across Mike. Her wonderful tits brushed against his arm. "We have a major instrument to undercover here, and I'm not talking about the piano," she said cutting her eyes toward Doug. "No offense, Mike, but as you will recall, I am not familiar with all of your... uh... shortcomings." She smiled that Julia Roberts smile again and Mike's dick jumped to attention.

"No offense taken. After a quick survey of the hooter potential here in the room, I'd say that some will make major contributions," Mike remarked glancing at Phyllis, "while others' contributions might be described as minor." With that he looked directly at Nina's chest. "And, I'm not talking about music modes, either."

"Touché," sighed Nina. She looked stunning in the simplest of clothing. After her recital, she had changed into jeans and simple denim shirt unbuttoned with a tee shirt underneath. The smell of her perfume found its way to Mike's nostrils. It was almost as intoxicating as the booze that he had consumed.

"By the way," Mike reminded Nina, "both of those shirts go at the same time."

"Let's play before I chicken out," said Phyllis shaking her long blonde hair back out of her eyes. She was still dressed for the recital in a short, but modest black skirt, and sparkly black sweater top. She also had on pantyhose.

This is going to be very interesting, Mike thought as his eyes followed the curvature under Phyllis' sweater.

Dr. Sovitski looked completely out of place in the group. He even seemed awkward joining everyone in sitting cross-legged in a circle on the floor-everyone except for Phyllis, of course, who demurely sat with skirt pulled over her knees and her gorgeous legs to the side. Nina grabbed the cards, shuffled them, and dealt each person one card. It was just like her to try for an advantage right from the start. She had her game face on, Mike noted.

 
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