Suzy

Suzy was giving us all this Mona Lisa smile as I dealt the cards. It was a bit unnerving to me and Michelle. It was driving Rachel nuts, although she kept on trying to pretend it wasn't. Poor Rachel. I could tell being at a table playing strip poker with her stepfather and two sisters was the last place she wanted to be. I don't know what kept her there, but she was obviously not going to budge.

I dealt myself two pairs (tens over sevens), but Michelle had the winning hand with a Jack High hearts flush. Suzy had the low hand, with a single pair (of nines).

I was expecting Suzy to just remove a shoe or something. Instead, she pulled her top off without any fanfare, revealing her bra-encased breasts. She gave me a little smirk, cupped and lifted them in her hands, and asked simply, "Like them?"

I nodded dumbly. Rachel almost blew a gasket. "Suzy, put your shirt on right---"

Suzy cut her off at the pass. "Rachel, leave or play cards. Don't tell me what to do, either."

Rachel's mouth moved wordlessly for a few minutes, then she huffed and settled back in her chair. Michelle looked from me to Suzy to me again. With a little shrug, she dealt the cards. With Suzy's little demonstration, I guess everyone was taking the game more seriously now.