As Vicki returned to her seat, she smirked at Beth's retort.  She straightened her cards, crossing her legs.  "Perhaps we'll see about that..." she cooed, the scent of Beth's lipstick still on her mouth.<br/><br/>Despite her expression, Vicki's hand was abysmal.  A pair of fours do not a winning hand make, and soon all four were aware of just how poor a card player Vicki was.  The redhead had resigned herself to no longer being interested in winning; the game itself had captured her interest firmly.<br/><br/>"Oh, this just gets better and better."<br/><br/>"Tell me about it," Vicki snickered as she turned to her husband.  "Seems it's my choice, though.  How about you take my bra off, love?"