Jessica.

Tony looked at his hand, & mentally grimaced:

8 of clubs

8 of diamonds

7 of clubs

4 of hearts

2 of hearts

"Almost nothing to work with," Tony thought to himself. Tony tossed everything but the pair of 8s. When he got his replacement cards, he allowed a smile to cross his face. Another 8! 3 of a kind should be good enough to keep him from having the low hand.

Tony's smile got a little broader when he discovered that not only did he NOT have the losing hand, but that Jessica was again in possession of it. Her nervousness was now clearly written on her face as she stood up, & fumbled with the button on her jeans. Sliding them off, Tony noticed his wife unconsciusly lick her lips as she got an even-better view of Jessica's cleavage as she bent-over to push her jeans down. Tony couldn't blame her; The view was delicious. Tony was hoping against hope that Jessica would lose the next hand.

As Jessica resumed her seat, cross-legged & clearly uncomfortable, Denise dealt the cards.