Without any clothes to worry about losing, I could concentrate on the money. If I had nothing, I could fold and only lose my ante. That meant that, mo...e likely than not, somebody naked would have the worst hand. At the moment, that meant only me. When a woman won, all the men who couldn't beat the worst woman's hand of the women still with clothing would lose. If a man won, it was the worst hand among the woman with clothing who would give up something.The next hand proved how much easier it. He can't decide whether or not to lie about his age. All he's got is his library card and some spare change. Not enough for a cup of coffee. Would going into care be any good? He's heard the stories, he knows what can happen in foster homes. But chances are tonight will be rough.He doesn't know it yet but all first nights on the streets are rough. You don't know the good from the bad, and there are worse things out there than the ones after your money or your body. He'll move from doorway to. The silence after so many gunshots was pretty stark, and we all just sat waiting. After a long time, I could see a couple of the females emerge, and I poached them. That was about as well as it would go the rest of that day.There were two more lion prides out there, and they were spooked by the gun fire. I didn't manage to pick off more than two from each group that day. All in all, that left a bunch more lions out there milling around, kind of nervous."I count maybe eleventy seven of them. You are gorgeous my dear.” Her elegantly slender fingers gently caressed one of my breasts and then tenderly teased its nipple. Needless to say, my heart was racing! She gently pushed back my blouse exposing all of my upper body. She glided her hands over me and cooed, “You’re beautiful” She squeezed my arms, “and, I must say, very fit,” she uttered sensuously with a wry little smile. She proceeded to undo the belt to my skirt, looking up at me leeringly, “let’s see the rest of you.” My skirt.