"Let's play poker: we bet spoons of ice-cream, the loser has to eat that many and whoever throws up first looses." Anna said, but Jean looked grossed out.
"Ew, no!" She declared, crossing her arms under her D-cup breasts.
"Well do you have a better idea?" Anna asked, hands on hips.
"Actually..." Jean replied, in that moment having a brilliant idea and facing squarely something she had been unwilling to confront until this god sent opportunity presented itself... "we could play poker, but let's change the stakes a bit: why don't we play 'strip poker': whoever winds up naked first has to do whatever the other one says until the end of the day." Jean finished.
"Uuhh..." Anna said, at last **** to confront her own emotions and the reason she has had such a hard time with her best friend for the past five years... "Okay." She finished after a good minute and a half of internal conflict, emotion at last winning out over upbringing.
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