Each time you run out of chips, you must buy three more chips with another piece of clothes. When you run out of clothes and have no chips left, you a...e a loser. The two losers dance.“Your shoes are an article of clothing, so are your socks. Then you have two other articles above your waist and two below. So you are going to get a total of eighteen chips.“I’ve played a lot of blackjack. If you ask me what to do, I’ll tell you the statistical right thing to do. You don’t have to follow my advice. Lucy released my hand and drew me into an embrace, a bit awkwardly as we were both still sat cross-legged facing each other, until she pulled me up and pushed me back to the bed, still kissing me, and we ended up with me underneath her. Things started to go a little faster than I expected, her hands wandering firmly over my chest, then I felt one slip under my t-shirt, her smooth hand caressing the side of my stomach, so I allowed my hand that wasn't stroking her hair to push up the back of her. " Yes sir!" Wolso said. "I don't imagine we will. Will you be with us sir?" I'll be right here," I told them. "Listening."They assumed I suppose that I meant I would be listening to them, but it was the forest I wanted to hear and feel. I opened my senses some and let the forest touch them. There was some small traces of magic, some very old and familiar and others fainter and undefined. There was warmth and movement and sound, low and hollow sounds beneath everything else and other higher. The door to her apartment was already open, Brandy looking so much better then he remembered. And he remembered her well and often. He had tried to reconcile with Cindy at first, but after Brandy, Michael could never go back to a woman that didn’t approve of his inclinations or submit to them. She could almost cum as Michael walked down the hallway. Her eyes were drawn to his crotch, not surprised to see his erection pushing out the front of his pants as if he were proud of it, and she was sure.