Tzarina licked her lips as she watched the muscles in my jaw tighten. “I don’t take to being told what to do very well, Tzarina. Keep that in mind... if you want this to continue,” I sternly informed her. She smiled softly, and spread her legs a little wider. “Please,” she politely invited me to take a seat in the antique, leather reading chair directly in front her. I unbuttoned my jacket and sat in the fine leather chair. She lifted her right leg and rested its ankle on my shoulder. My eyes. "She giggled and said, "You probably shouldn't have said that, my friends jokingly call me Murphy, after Murphy's Law." That's anything that can happen, will happen, right?" That's the one." Oh boy, I guess we are in for a bumpy ride."She laughed again and said, "Good thing I haven't been on many planes, so the odds are probably low."As the plane reached cursing altitude our conversation subsided and it seemed like everyone was a sleep except for a couple people.I watched the night sky for a. Presumably, she too had just gotten up from bed from the look of her slightly dishevelled hair, and the fact that she was still dressed in her night pyjamas. Yet judging from the dark circles underneath her eyes, it did not seem like she had managed much sleep. She simply stared ahead of her now, with an expression of uncertainty on her face.She sat like that for a bit as though trying to figure out how to express what she felt. It was then that I had the sense to subdue my concerns regarding. The games sped up as there were fewer hands to deal and I sensed a change in the group dynamic. Nudity was no longer the dreaded result of losing. Winning the game became the primary concern. I wanted to win but, to my surprise, I was feeling a little self-conscious at still having some clothes on. Michelle had become as animated as Christine and Janet, the three of them cheering and waving their arms as the cards were dealt and the next loser determined. They slapped hands and bumped elbows as.