I was 19 and a half and she was 17 and a half. Although I had had a few girlfriends and quite a few one night stands I was still fairly inexperienced...and I was not yet assertive sexually.We met at a midweek "bop" in the junior rates club and hit it off immediately. She was 5'2" with a curvy size 10-12 figure, biggish tits and a nice arse. She wore a tight top and a skirt that came to mid thigh. She had on red stilletto shoes and fishnet stockings. She looked a little risque but not quite. He had a full head of sandy brown hair. He was wearing a loose fitting grey henley shirt over denim shorts and leather sandals. His biceps filled his shirtsleeves, and she bet that if she peeked under the hem of his shirt she would find a six-pack of abs."So what are we doing?" he asked, eyeing the rolling rack."It's pretty complicated," Maddie said with a wry smile. She pulled a light weight blazer off the rack and showed him the label the ladies had attached. "See where it says 'Ladies Dress. "He is a Norwegian businessman and the widowed husband of my mother's cousin," Hannah said."Oh!" Eleanor said. "A sort of uncle then. How old is he?" Late forties," Hannah replied. "But very well kept." O-ho," Eleanor said. "And a widower?" Yes, my auntie died last year," Hannah said."And you want him," Eleanor said. Again more like a statement than a question."Yes!" Hannah sighed. "I just don't know how. I mean, he has three kids and he lives and works in Oslo. But I only ever feel happy when. I had to give it a lot of thought before I could find an answer. "I can play about ten kinds, but none that you know." Oh and how do you know that?" Most of them are native to some small country in the middle of hell." I wasn't smiling when I said it."Okay then, how about poker. Can you at least play poker?" she asked."Yes but you are so far in debt that you could afford to play with me." I remembered her mention of the visa and student loan debt."I had strip poker in mind." She grinned at me..