.”“No, no, my dear,” he smiled, “you will not be betting any money.”“Then... ?”“Your bet, my dear Gwen shall be an article of clothing...”“And if I lose, I remove that article.”“Exactly.”“Sounds a lot like strip poker.”“To a degree. However if you win you keep your article of clothing and win a great deal of money. No matter, whatever you win is yours to keep.”“So you and your friends bet money while I bet my clothes.”“Yes.”“And what happens if I lose all my clothes?”“We will play a final round.. No one was home, that in itself was unusual. He noticed some coffee cups on the table and the living room that were half empty and cold. He moved towards the kitchen when he spotted some blood near the front door.His eyes changed to their red slitted form and began to glow."What is it Master?" Larelle called having felt the energy he gave off.Arrian motioned the floor with his hands. Larelle looked down and understood."Found them." He said."Daddy, no one is here." Sarah said."I know let's go. He then started his truck and pulled off of the location pad onto a road into the woods. I asked what he was doing and he explained that not only did he tend to the gas wells on this property but was friends with the landowner and had this 660 acres for a deer lease. I asked who else was on it with him and he said that Troy and Bill were on the deer lease also. So we rode down this little road and Joseph told me to take my t-shirt off, so I did. He slid one hand over to gently start rubbing my. Thus it was that Dave had no chance to look over his shoulder at Battery Park Village and the remnants of the World Trade Center -- he was sitting around the table in the motor home as Aaron, Scott, Sonja, and Kevin renewed a gin rummy game that had apparently gone on much of the way from Bradford. It had been a long time and he had a lousy hand, but all of a sudden, they were back in the Battery-Brooklyn Tunnel, and that part of his life had vanished behind him unnoticeably.The surprises.