Just to see what would happen, I asked that we play with a new deck. My idea was to see who would object. If the cards were being marked, the marker w...uld complain and want to stay with the current deck. If the deck was not being marked, then nobody would object to changing to a new deck.As I expected, the two big spenders wanted to stay with the current deck. That's when I started searching for how they were marking the deck. It only took a couple of hands to find the problem, now that I knew. .." Reganald started."Dislike?" Here Art started to laugh. "Dislike? No Reggy," here Art's face twisted into a grim mask of hatred and rage. "No, I don't dislike you, I absolutely despise you!" With that, a mighty blast of magical energy shot out of Art's hands.Reganald smiled, then the smile faded as he was thrust back into the wall at least a foot. "Art? Do you hate all of us that badly?" Viola asked, her lips trembling.His arms dropping at his side, Art's face softened again. "No my dear. She saw me. She looked at me. She smiled. She had her own binoculars!Shit! My curtains are all closed, of course, because anyone opposite could see in. But I want her to see me, to notice me. She smiled.My hand strays to my tummy, stroking in small circles, just comforting. It doesn't mean anything. I find I'm standing at my curtains, invisible but pretending I'm not. My breathing was getting faster, a little shallow. I'm not going to touch my breasts, I mean adjust my bra, but I know I'm. "Man, she's so hot I can't believe it," Chuck muttered, working his fingers into her cunt and grinning when Doreen gave a powerful shudder of delight. "To get off that plane and find something like this, it's just too fucking much!"This stirring example gave Danny similar ideas and, after getting Jack's assurance that his mother was fair game, he turned to her and took her into his arms. That set them off and the rest of the ride back to the ranch was a wild, bawdy experience which none of them.