"If he wins, I get my bra and panties back and he will still show me his abs, they are hot I can tell". "Ok, what does he get if he wins?" I asked. "I...leave with him on his terms" she smiles at me as she walks off to take her shot. This time she shoots and the 8 ball goes in and she loses. I wonder if she did that on purpose. He whispers something to her, she blushes red, and walks off to the bathroom. She walks over. "Ok, here is the deal. Since you are tried you can go home, he has agreed to. Gomorrah's a kind of international pariah. I don't believe it has very many foreign friends at all." Why's that? Is it a horrible regime like Buggery?" wondered Tracey."Well, in fact it's a democracy. And quite a free democracy. But women aren't allowed to vote, and whichever government comes in seems to compete with each other to maintain the state of sexual apartheid which distinguishes this country." Sexual apartheid?" queried Tracey who'd never heard of the word before. "What's that mean?. I brought a couple glasses of wine to sip as we sat on the couch and caught up some more. Her voice was as soothing as warm honey tea. I just sat and admired. Her legs were crossed, and periodically she'd dangle her high heel off her foot and rub down her leg as she spoke providing an ultimate tease. She knew I was looking... and liking. It was almost time for dinner, and as I was describing the main course she put her hand on my upper thigh causing me to stop. "Let's just skip to the. ’ His stupid grin gave him away. That byplay softened her and she said, ‘Keep this up and perhaps I’ll like you. How did you win that fabulous prize?’ ‘I won first prize at a poker tournament at a casino comprising the trip to England, the sailing to New York, spending money and the flight to Christchurch New Zealand from LA — total value $25,000.’ ‘Wow. So you like gambling?’ ‘Nah but I’ve been playing penny poker with dad and two of his buddies since my seventh birthday and still do, they.