”“Alright, I’m going in the bedroom to change. Give me about five minutes, then come in the bedroom.”I stood up, tipped the rest of my drink t... my mouth and walked in the master bedroom. I quickly undressed, and put on a short see through nighty. I left the light on. I looked in the mirror and thought I looked pretty good for a forty year old gal.Jimmy slowly entered the door and looked a little embarrassed. He acted as if didn’t know what to do.I broke the silence, “Jimmy, do you like what you. This is P.E. class. And I’m not having it. Come on, Ali.”Ali didn’t move. In fact, he held out his hands, although he did give me an apologetic smile.“Listen, Mista King. Hear me out, aight? Suppose you and me and Kelly go on a trip some time. Like, to a film set or summink. For ya docco.”Ali liked to use hipster TV jargon, as he was in show-business (in his mind). Docco means documentary series.“So suppose someone liked the look of her and, like, pulls her into a room. Or a car. What. Gran kept in touch, she called or wrote me every month just to let me know what was going on with the family. Three months ago Gran died and I had to go home for her, I just could not ignore my responsibility to her. The day after her funeral a lawyer shows up at the hotel telling us we need to attend the reading of the will that afternoon. My parents are rich, I've always known that. Gran lived in a small two bedroom house back in our old neighborhood. I thought my parents had bought it for. I checked and so did Mary. Bob reached down and removed his shocks, tossing them into the bank pile. Sharon handed him five chips from the bank, and Bob opened for one.Sharon calmly stood up, reached up under her tight skirt and pulled off her sheer socks, placing them by the bank pile. "I'll see the bet," she said.George removed his shoes to see the bet. Kristen had chips and just saw the bet. Jim took off his socks to see the bet. Betty tossed in one chip from her big stack. I untied my shoes.