Yes, the willful Ms. Kyle is humbled.

You find it hard dealing the next hand, distracted by your near naked adversary. Cards spit out when you shuffle and some land face up when you deal. “I can't believe I'm losing to this.” You hear Kyle mutter under her breath at your less then stellar card handling skills.

For the final hand your date goes all out. Bidding wildly she uses every look, gesture, sigh and phrase to convince you she has a killer hand. She is so believable in her subtle manipulations you almost fold a few times even though you can see she has garbage. Keeping up the bluff she asks for no new cards and goes all in with the final call.

When you don't fold but instead put two sixes on the table her shoulders collapse as she squirms on the couch in frustrated disbelief. “Why would you bid so much on such a terrible hand?” She nearly yells as she throws her hands into the air.

“I was bluffing.” You play with her.

“That's not how you bluff, you idiot!” She angrily blurts out.

“I guess you're right.” You play it straight, “So what do you have?”

“Queen high.” She throws her cards on the table admitting defeat.

“That means this idiot just won the hand, the game and the wager.” It takes every bit of willpower to not cheer and clap.

Crossing her hands over her ample chest she looks away in flustered ire while taping her foot against the floor.

“I guess I could . . .” You're cut off mid sentence as Kyle suddenly stands.

“Oh, hell no.” She glares with one hand on her hip as the other points at you as if she was holding a dagger. “I always pay my debts. You'll have nothing over me!”

“Okay.” You put up your hands conceding the point to your fiery date. Her countenance is aggressive, though all you see is her barely supported breasts which sway back and forth. You smile, knowing you are about to see more.

With defiance in her glare, voice and poster, she straightens up and then concedes the wager. “How are we going to do this?” She rolls her eyes and looks away with a defeated huff.