“Elaborate.”“We play, and cash in chips to learn about one piece of history from everyone else at the table.” Jen gestured to the chips alread... on the table. It was normal for them to use chips when they played, and cash in your chips to earn something. It made strip poker take a while, but far more interesting than just comparing hands. These Ventrue loved to bluff.“ ... personal history?” Julias said.His nemesis nodded. “Personal history. I want to learn more about you, Julias Mire, and maybe. In the end, my curiosity won out over my concerns.“Ok, here's the deal,” I said, “If we do this, than I’m in control. I do it my way, got it?” I said to him, “And I’m going to get off too.”“Of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said with a wicked grin.There was an unoccupied bay just past the shower area. We agreed to move our stuff to that bay. He called the bottom bunk which was fine with me. Since everyone else was asleep, moving a vinyl mat and a plastic tote silently was. "No, no Kate," I said, gripping her gently yet firmly by the shoulders and looking into her eyes. "It's not you. You're fantastic, the best girl I've had in... Hell, in my whole life! You're great, and you're trying so hard to please me. It's not you, it's me." As this cliché slipped out, I inwardly cursed myself for being so chicken-shit. But I still wasn't ready to admit what the real problem was.She looked back up at me, her hair wild, her eyes filled with tears, and I couldn't help. We’re here for a purpose, its my wife’s birthday, and as I’ve no idea when it comes to buying presents, what better idea than to bring my secretary along to help me find her the perfect gift.“What about this one?” Deborah asks, holding up a pretty floral dress. “Difficult to tell without actually seeing it on her?” I reply. “Well, I’ll be your model then!” comes the cheery reply. To be honest, comparing Deborah to my wife is like comparing chalk and cheese. Whilst my wife is petite, blonde and.