Catherine pushed her chips over to Geoff so that he could redistribute them, though her eyes watched Michael for any sign of nervousness.<br/><br/>She longed to feel him touching her, tremble at his breath on her neck, but she also wanted to see if his body lived up to the expectations that his shirt suggested.<br/><br/>"Geoff," she began. "As referee I'd really like your advice on something? As much as I want to set Michael a challenge, the truth is there really isn't enough flesh on display at the moment. As my dare, I'd like trish help him out of his shirt. Would that be acceptable? Of course, I'd not expect him to put it back on afterwards. . ."