”Victor held the door open for Bridget, saying “I will open your shortly sir” Which he did. On arriving home he changed vehicles I stated “Vic...or thank you and we will be in contact”Victor replied “Good afternoon Sir and Miss Bridget.” and drove off in his van. Mum and Dad were watching. Dad being Dad said as we entered the door “Good afternoon SIR and Miss Bridget”We laughed. “Cuppa tea darling” I asked.Mum replied “Too late it almost ready. You kids want to talk, where lounge or dining. “That sounds like a challenge, lady. Bring any money?” asked Tom.All three women broke into laughter. Tricia and Ronnie made a big show of looking for their wallets in the back pockets of their jeans. The three remaining guys gave each other a speculative look.“Well, there’s always something else you ladies could bet,” said Frank.“What?” demanded Tammy.“Ever play strip poker?” asked her fiancée.All the women laughed uproariously at the suggestion, but Tricia asked, “So how do you play it.”“Real. " "Not a problem," she said, turning back toward me. I noticed her eyes briefly look me up and down and she said, "You know, those jeans and shirt really look good on you. You should wear them more often. You'd have women all over you!" with a laugh and a smile looking me in the eyes.I returned the laughter saying, "Well thanks for the compliment. I'll be sure to do that." Looking back at her eyes and matching her smile. I was only wearing a white button shirt with small gray vertical stripes. " Suggestion? What last suggestion? What the hell are you talking about?" Christ Elizabeth, you must have been really stoned to forget that conversation. Remember last week when we were over at Barry's, taking hits off his bong, and you were bitching about "M," I told you about the spread in Penthouse. Don't you remember?" Penthouse? The magazine? What the fuck are you talking about?" I found an old issue of Penthouse, it was from about eight years ago or so. I saw that it had a spread about.