The host was now getting pressure from Liza to call it a day as she needed her beauty sleep so it was decided to play one last hand.I know you have he...rd tales like this before and that is what made me put pen to paper as this is 100% true.We all seemed to have good hands in the final game or at least we thought we had or were bluffing.The money just kept going into the kitty and I was not going to give up as I had the best hand I had had all night.The other pal was first to fold as he was now. ’ ‘I’ll think of something,’ he promised. Eleanor’s aching fingers stitched gold flowers on the heavy white cloth. Her brow dampened with sweat as her arms grew heavy under the strain of creating small flowers. She dropped the soft fabric to the floor, her tired eyes gazed at the moon in a starless night. She smiled slightly when she heard her father working in the mill. She knew that her father was a good man. Her mother’s death destroyed the balance in his soul. A large tankard of ale seemed. Mother Livingston?" she inquired timidly. She wished that he would forget all that and see that she was there... and ready for loving! The excitement of being in a new bed always made her feel illicit and want to make love... and since it had been so very long... "Why don't you just forget it honey..." she said approaching her blonde husband. "You know she's always been a little eccentric... let's think about... us!" She placed her arm around him, emboldened by all the champagne she'd drunk,. Jessica knew that Lisa was going to be in her wing and that she had a reputation for trying to control the guards and knew that this caning was needed to show Lisa who was in charge as she landed the second stroke right on top of the first.Lisa cried out loud with the second stroke. She had never had a second stroke that hurt so much and was dreading the rest as there were ten more strokes to go.Jessica smiled as she listened to Lisa's cries of distress. She knew she wanted to show Lisa just.