)---The Classic - Strip Poker:Strip poker is an old classic to start getting intimate with someone. At least it's a way to get both your clothes off ...usually, unless you're a terrible poker player). However getting naked isn't getting laid; there's a big jump there from staring at each other's bodies to fondling and exciting and finally having sex. It's a way to get him used to being naked with you, but that's about it. You could do that with a visit to a nudist camp, or by having him scrub. His eyes searched her face, and cool blue eyes gazed back. He asked why she did not greet him as she should, and her caustic reply was that he was not worthy of her 'gift'. At times he never knew if this was a test she presented him. But this day he cared not. His hand flashed out and struck her soundly across her cheek. Snapping back her head. The sound, echoing around the kitchen.To his surprise she spat at him. The warm spittle hitting him directly across his nose. He growled a deep low. I loved her and she me. I could never repay her for all the hours she spent helping me with reading and homework. It always touched her when I told her she was my real mother.She had told me that my birth mother died when I was three years old. I have no memory of her, never knew my father and at that time had no interest in finding out more about them. In my book they had abandoned me and deserved no attention.Regina came for lunch giving me a long hug and kiss. “Hi brother!” she said with a. .. wow!" Mark stuttered, seemingly at a loss for words."Thank you that's sweet." That was all I could say as I looked down and blushed.Mark was a handsome guy. He stood 6'1" tall with broad shoulders, strong arms and a flat stomach. He had a buzzcut and a slight goatee and wore a necklace with a cross on it. Turns out he is a boxer, which sent a tingling sensation through my body. This guy had to be my ideal man, handsome, tall and strong to protect his girl. We walked through the mall taking.