" Bobby, why would you want to remove a symbol of our love?"Sue glared at his hands, ones that Bob tried to keep hidden under thetable. She noticed h...s calves poking out from the legs of his pants.Sue was delighted to see them hairless. She nonchalantly placed her handon his knee, when she wasn't rebuffed she ran it down to his smoothankle, "Tell me about your three weeks; it appears you have made somemajor improvements since we were last together."Before he could tell her, their waitress. There was no point to worrying her needlessly.Even in the cold light of day I was still fairly certain it would be needless. Bolstered by Spook's assessment of probabilities, I remained pretty confident that I'd seen the last of Estrada and his minions. If Estrada had the Carstairs file he'd know that everything pointed against me being Jack Heyward, from fingerprints to photos to DNA to eyewitness IDs, right across the board. They'd been persuasive enough that the Feds hadn't even tried to. Not money of course. Even though George looked in his fifties, I reckoned I could persuade him to pass me if I offered him shag. I'd have to see how things went on Thursday. If I still felt I was going to fail, I'd suggest a blowjob in the loo or something I might even get away with giving him a handjob. Later that day, Evie told me that her friend, Jo, was coming up to meet her that evening. This Jo, I found out, was the rather butch looking woman I'd seen her with at lunch times. I felt a. This strategy worked initially and I took a decent amount of Amy chips over the course of the first few hands. We then got involved in a hand in which the pot built up quickly. My aggressive betting was called pre-flop, on the fourth street, and on the river. Amy had flopped a set of sevens so there was no way she was folding and she took the hand and the big pot. That hand gave her a small chip advantage. Judy took note of the momentum swing.“Oh, oh, Joe. Don’t look now but Amy has more chips.