George tried to calm his mind as he picked up his latest cards.  It turns out they were neither bad nor good and as the last hand was revealed, it was much as though, right in the middle.<br/><br/>A fickle finger of jealousy worked its way briefly into his consciousness as he realized Fred was going to be taken care of by Beth.  This jealousy was not angry in any way, just there, like the guy who called into the radio station one number before the winner.  "Well, dang it.  Maybe I should have sandbagged that hand.  But then it would probably have been you Fred, who ended up winning."  George laughed.<br/><br/>George reached over and grabbed Vicki's hand as the two of them settled in to watch the disrobing.  It felt natural somehow to hold his wife's hand at this point.  Almost like they were dating, and yet, not.  He felt like a kid again and very much hoped that Vicki was enjoying all the same sensations as he.  He gave her hand a little squeeze and threw her a sexy wink as they watched the action.