Right shoe

Linda’s face scrunched up in distain. While she understood that she was unlikely to avoid losing a hand, she was hoping that it wouldn’t have been quite so soon. The smile on Cindy’s face didn’t help any. The slender brunette took a swig of her beer. She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt. She lifted just enough to show her navel as it peeked out over the top of her jeans.
Cindy giggled.

As the bottom of her t-shirt reached the halter that made the upper portion of her bikini, she let it drop back into place. Her right hand then slid down to her right ankle and peeled off the tennis shoe covering her right foot. Casually, she tossed it to the side of the room. Linda stuck her tongue out at her

Tom’s eyebrows shot up, but he said nothing.

Tom gathered in the cards and shuffled them.