I took out a clean deck of cards, and we began playing like a bunch of professional gamblers. After a few rounds, it was between Bracha and me. We wer... going at it, and I was so surprised how much of a card player Bracha was. I was down to my pants and Bracha had all her clothes on. She had that Kobe Bryant desire in her to win this game by any means necessary. Finally, Bracha won and she jumped up hi-fiving everyone in the room and looked at me seductively. ‘Alright, Bracha, what do you want. Why?" I've told you why a couple times," she shook her head. "Don't you believeme? Now, do you want to spend the night? Ready to go to bed?" Yeah, I'd love to stay," I moved toward her and wrapped my arms aroundher. We kissed for several moments."OK," she broke it off, "we both need to get this makeup off. Not good tosleep in it. That will take a bit."She led me to the bathroom. We each stripped off our dresses and proceededto clean up, me taking instruction from her. Once clean we walked back. He looked like he was going to bust out in laughing atany moment and Alison had to restrain herself from giving him a warningkick. Still, she had to admit, the absurdity of having Jeff meet hernew lover while in full sissy mode was almost too much to be believed.Alison watched Jeff carefully for any sign of discomfort?any sign thathe recognized at all what was really happening, or that he rememberedhis old self. But in his vacant, pretty eyes she detected no awarenesswhatsoever, nothing but a. Part of it was panic. I’d seen how Georgia died and the breeze on my bare skin told me the ceiling fan was on. The rope was already tightening on my neck. I grabbed and clawed enough space between the silky cord and my throat to slip a hand in but it was already too tight to pull up over my head. And there in the doorway to the dining room I could see the three of them—Deon, Rick, and Susan.“That’s a fine mess you’re in, Riley Finn,” Rick said. You could hear the contempt dripping in his voice..