Strip-Poker Party
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				Title: <strong>Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 04:37:26</strong>
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				Robert was impressed by the level of decoration at the house when he arrived. He expected as much when a host asks for a semi-professional card dealer to be present at a simple Halloween party. He was let in and led to a small room at the back of the house. It was big enough for a nice group, and out of the way enough to keep it private and simple. As a rule, he didn't like distractions even in a low stakes game. He set up the table and waited for the players to arrive. He would give them all the same speech as they entered.<br><br>"Waiting for five seats to be filled, then I will begin. New players can take seats when one is emptied. I've been told it will be a game of strip poker. You get ten articles to lose, and you can bet as much of it as you want per round of betting. You can not use your winnings until you are nude, but you are free to sell them for whatever price you wish."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 06:48:45</strong>
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				"It is a halloween party" Janet had thought when selecting her outfit for the night.&nbsp; She had never played strip poker before, so she was nervous.&nbsp; She picked her costum so that it was sexy, but still had lots of small items that she could loose without getting all the way to skin.&nbsp; Given enough to drink, she knew she would get wild, but without the social lubrication of wine or shots, she was nervous.<br><br>Even so, there was only one woman's halloween costume - the slut.&nbsp; It mught be the slut nurse, or the slut vampire or the slut nun, but it was still always the slut.&nbsp; This was not a problem for Janet, as the slut costumes fit her long lean body very well.&nbsp; She worked very hard to preserve her 34C, 22, 32 figure.&nbsp; At 5 foot six inches, she had long, dancer's legs but not so tall as to be intimidating in high heels.&nbsp; <br><br>Janet settled on the slut witch.&nbsp; She had assembled the costume from old clothing and a few items from the thrift store but accented it with her sexiest lingerie underneath.&nbsp; The black skirt was very tight, and she had ripped it in a few strategic spots to show additional thigh when she crossed her legs.&nbsp; The blouse was cut low, to maximize her cleavage.&nbsp; She accented the cleavage with several seperate strands of fake pearls, hoping each one would count as a seperate article of clothing.&nbsp; She had added a large number of cheap bangled braclets to each arm and several "magic rings" to her fingers with the same hope.<br><br>Janet's long red hair was topped with a witches hat, she carried a broom, of course.&nbsp; To enhance the slut part of the costume, she wore her sexiest thigh high leather boots that allowed her to strut on 4 inch heels.&nbsp; Underneath she put on mesh thigh high stockings (one item of clothing each, right?) lace boy short panties, and her sexiest push up bra.&nbsp; She had wrapped a corset around her waist to accent her breasts and narrow waist.<br><br>She strutted into the room, surprised she was one of the first to arrive.<br><br>"Hello.&nbsp; You must be the dealer."&nbsp; she extended a hand in greeting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 05:18:36</strong>
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				<i>Wouldn't he freak out?</i><br><br>She couldn't keep the smile from her face as she checked her reflection, pausing to trail her french-manicured fingertip along the underside of one full, red-brown-painted lip.&nbsp; "Juliet," she tipped her face to let the flower-ring she wore on her head dangle one long white ribbon across her cheek, accompanied by one of her shoulder-length auburn locks.&nbsp; "Oh, but without her Romeo?"&nbsp; <i>He'd die... he'd say he was humiliated, he couldn't stand it...</i><br><br>Hillary may have looked a bit less like the virginal bride of the literary character and more like some seasoned harlot of a step-sister, but Hillary was very happy with the final costume: she'd a petticoat of sorts-- layered tulle slit high for dancing, under a wine-red velvet dress with a neckline that revealed three inches of the pale vanilla cleavage she'd been endowed with.&nbsp; All this over a much less 'traditional' pair of black sheer thigh-high stockings, a pair of black silk panties embroidered with silver roses, and a very non-Juliet push-up bra.&nbsp; A belly-chain rested in the crook of her tapered, carefully-sculpted waist above the flare of her hips-- her boyfriend, her "Romeo," had never understood how marvelously difficult it was to keep a waist fit for one to rest on.<br><br>But like everything else she did for him, he didn't really appreciate it, did he? <i>He'd SAY he was humiliated, but really, he'd be so turned on he'd start humping the furniture.</i>&nbsp; Yes, she was a Juliet alright-- if Romeo had gone off to Oregon with some tree-humping slut he got pregnant.&nbsp; But tonight, she was going to make an impression-- one that would reach him no matter WHERE he was.&nbsp; She might only have one more year left of college, but all that she'd been repressing so she could keep a decent reputation?&nbsp; Gone.&nbsp; Tonight, inhibitions were out of the question.<br><br>She crossed the party's living room floor, drawing eyes, whispers, and even a wolf-whistle as she made her way, shoulders back, ass swinging as she practically crossed her high-heeled feet with each step.&nbsp; She entered the poker room and, a slight flush immediately crossed the exposed tops of her breasts and lit up her cheeks.&nbsp; She arched a brow, tipped her head, and grinned.&nbsp; "Well-- Happy Halloween."&nbsp; She winked and sat two seats over from the young woman at the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 02:21:08</strong>
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				"Damn!&nbsp; A belly chain!&nbsp; I should have thought of that."&nbsp; Janet thought.&nbsp; The problem with being raised by very religious people is that you never, ever did anything daring, and Janet had been a very good girl all through college.&nbsp; She had been a virgin when she graduated the Christian Bible school she had picked for her undergrad degree.&nbsp; Graduate school had changed her.&nbsp; Going for an MBA in a big city had exposed her to many things.&nbsp; She had gotten drunk for the first time, had a boyfriend for the first time and had sex for the first time, all within her first semester.&nbsp; Now, in her final semester she was experimenting as much as she possibly could.&nbsp; She wanted to make up for all the wildness others had in their college days.&nbsp; The problem was that she was still nervous and unsure of her moves, though she did her best to cover for it.&nbsp; Tonight would be her first ever strip poker game, and the first time she had undressed before anyone other than a lover or a doctor.&nbsp; She felt excited and scared.<br><br>"Hi I am Janet."&nbsp; She extended a hand to the new woman, and noticed her wonderful nails.&nbsp; She had done her nails herself, a very bright red but she was jealous of the fine job the new woman had for her nails.<br><br>"You know, I could use a drink." She turned to Robert.&nbsp; "Where is the bar, do you know?"<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 19:59:39</strong>
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				Robert was glad that these ladies had not been here before he arrived. As professional as he was, he was still just a simple man and these ladies had everything that made for an exciting game of poker. In more direct terms, these babes were smokin' hot. He never would have guessed half of Janet's background, and the slight repression aspect was only apparent from years of practice. He could tell a poker virgin when he saw one. Both women had him completely distracted and he was very much caught off guard when one of them started to ask a question.<br><br>"Huh, what? The bar?" <em>What the hell is a bar? Think damn it! </em>"Oh! The bar! I'm not entirely sure actually." Out of the corner of his eye though, he did spy a wet bar in the back corner. "Actually, there seems to be one in here. I suppose I can play bartender while we wait. What would you lovely ladies like?" Giving a broad gesture to make them look behind themselves Robert quickly stands and adjust himself before walking over to the bar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 22:14:36</strong>
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				Janet knew she would need to be "well lubricated" with tequila to go through with this. <br><br>"A margarita on the rocks please, make it a double shot of patron if they have it."&nbsp; She glanced at Hillary and knew that the competition would be fierce then glanced around the room wondering where the male players had gotten to.<br><br>If the guys had half of what Hillary displayed, it would make for a fun evening, if they started loosing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 22:46:06</strong>
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				At Janet's sidelong glance, Hillary winks back again, very subtly.&nbsp; "I'll just have a seven and seven please," she calls after the dealer, her warm gray eyes following him on his way to the bar.&nbsp; "Thanks for hosting the game-- is this your place?&nbsp; I'm Hillary, by the way."&nbsp; She turns back to Janet, offering her hand.&nbsp; "Pleased to meet you-- love the costume."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fragile Dreams</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 01:28:04</strong>
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				Byron hanged up the phone rather frustrated. He made all the preparations he needed and his pals at the last moment desided to go in different parties. He waited so long for halloween and now his plans were down by his own friends. He looked at the mirror thinking how miserable this year, halloween will be. All this make up, all this dressing, all for nothing. His blue eyes were scanning on the Crow make up across his face. His white face with the black make up that went vertical on his eyes and horizontal at his mouth, while his long black hair were giving him the right resemblance to the character. The rest of his outfit was a tight pair of leather pants, that despite how tight he felt them on his crotch, they made his butt look hot. A black tight t-shirt, something it was easy to get and a long leather coat, a la Matrix, as he call it.<br><br>Picking up the invitations he recieved for halloween parties, he quickly tossed away the one he and his friends were about to go and scanned for any other party he could go alone. His attention caught a rather strange envelope that had his name on, which made the invitation, rather personal. All other invitations were about open parties and celebrations, all death and ghostly themed. As he read more on the invitation, a poker game was about to be held in a house and he was invited to go, wearing his costume. What really intrigued his mind was that the poker game was actualy a strip poker. That would be sugar in his bitterness and none will ever know where he went. No one would learn.<br><br>He quickly got out of the house and got in his car. A Shelby GT 500, a car that he worked for his entire life and the image of him dressed up like the Crow, was similar like the movies. Having the address in his mind he looked for the house driving slowly in the neighborhood and when he found it, he was surprised to see more cars, parked in front of the house. Finding a spot somewhere aside the road, he approached the door and knocked,he stated his name and showed the invitation and the door opened more to him to enter. Following the people, he stopped in the large room and scanned around first to see the players and then to find the bar. He would need as much drink he could get, for what he's about to play, he was not the outgoing person amongst his friends and a game like that would surprise even him. "Ummm, hello...I'm here for the game." he stated shyly to the people who were there, raising his invitation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 01:38:26</strong>
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				Even though the margarita had been called out first, he decided to go with the simple one first and get one of the girls started while he was mixing. The 7 and 7 would be in a glass waiting for her before he even bothered opening the tequila. He would keep the ingredients for a refill handy as well. After mixing up the margarita and serving it, he would make a second of each of the ladies drinks, to keep at the ready. Right as he was about to head back to his table, the third player arrived.<br><br>"Good evening sir. We're just getting a bit to drink while we wait for the table to fill. Can I get you anything special?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 00:22:33</strong>
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				"Make sure you deal him the loosing hand" Janet said, smiling evily at Hillary.&nbsp; "We could even throw in making the looser dance and strip tease to make it more interesting."<br><br>Janet was shocked she had said that.&nbsp; The tequilla had gone to her head much faster than anticipated.&nbsp; She crossed her legs so that more thigh showed, giving Byron and the dealer a tease.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 00:40:41</strong>
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				He would head back to the table without getting the gentlemen a drink. He had taken too long, and he didn't reall think the guy would need to drink to get as excited about the game as the tequila seemed to be making Janet. And either way, this game was taking longer to start then he was getting paid for. So, he thought it was about time to begin.<br><br>"Forget it. We'll just start the game with the three of you. And considering the form of the bets, no need to bet blinds. Just sit down, I'll deal the cards and explain the rules for anyone that doesn't know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 00:43:33</strong>
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				Janet smiled at the dealer.&nbsp; "Ok, but you need to deal me the best hand.&nbsp; I am nervous."<br><br>She leaned forward to show some cleavage.&nbsp; "What is getting into me?" she thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 16:39:30</strong>
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				Hillary takes another sip of her drink, smiling appreciatively to the dealer/tender before setting it on a paper coaster beside her right hand.&nbsp; "Well," she says, red lips holding the faintest trace of a smile as she appears to settle in, the anxiety of the moment more exciting than unnerving.&nbsp; "I'm ready if you are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 20:16:31</strong>
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				He was finally able to take up his role as the dealer. Altho the room was far more empty then he had planned. In fact, the third player seemed to have been taken back out of the room and into the main party. [Fragile dropped out]<br><br>However, with a bit of luck a new guy staggered into the room. He was drunk, had a tie on his head, a bottle in his hand and only one shoe. But for some reason the dealer seemedf to be giving him a lot of respect. It was the host of the party, a decent enough guy day to day, but a bad drunk. "Whooo! LEt's get this party started!"<br><br>He plopped down at a seat between the ladies. "Deal the cards, I want these ladies nekkid."<br>[Seeing as how he'll be drunk, even my 4th wall knowledge of all the cards should not effect his horrible judgement. Any objections?]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 21:55:41</strong>
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				Janet forced a smile at the drunken host, then a grin. She imagined posting poctires of the host on MySpace.&nbsp; This will be fun... And cruel, she thoght, happy her phone had a camera.<br><br>"OK!&nbsp; Deal!&nbsp; Let's entertain our host!"<br><br>She traced a foot across the dealer,s calf and smiled at him.&nbsp; The host was cute, but the dealer and Hillary were hot.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 01:04:58</strong>
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				The dealer nodded and proceeded to pass two cards to each of the girls and the host. And then he laid three cards face up in the middle of the table.<br><br>10 spade, 7 diamonds, 6 clubs<br><br>"Alright, I'll say lets make the host our first 'official dealer'. Which makes him, last to bet. Which puts the pressure on you miss." He gives a gesture to the lady on his right, the hosts left, Hillary. Then holds up a finger to show that he did in fact plan on continuing the explanation. "Well first off, I think we all might want to introduce ourselves. I'll be your dealer, Robert. And out host, is James." James makes a gesture like tipping his hat, before burping and chuckling to himself.<br><br>"Yes, well. Object of the game is to make the best five card poker hand using the two cards I gave you, and a total of five cards played on the table for everyone to benefit from. I start with three on the table, you make your bets, then I put down the next card, another round of bets, final card, final bets, and winner takes all. All clothing is created equal, but you only get 10 pieces before you have to be stripped naked. At which point, you can bet any articles you won, or it is up to you to convince the others that you have something worth betting against whatever clothes they have remaining."<br><br>He looks around a bit, trying to make out if the point had gone through. In the end, he said what he always says. "The best way to learn is to play. Make your first bet." [Hillary first. Introductions and bets in the same post for times sake. Everyone already has there cards.] 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 14:55:06</strong>
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				Hillary lets the cards rest on the table, lifting the nearest edge so she can read them before letting them lie, just beneath where her manicured nails rest.&nbsp; Her long, exposed legs crossed under the table, there's a rustle of the fancy, old-fashioned styled dress as she shifts forward.<br><br>"I'll bet two," she says, dangling the pair of heels she'd worn in by their strap.&nbsp; Through the stockings, her slender, pale feet and legs are temptingly shadowed under the table.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 23:19:04</strong>
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				He nodded slightly and made a little note then nodded over to Janet. "Alright, now it's on you. Call, raise, or fold?"<br><br>Across the table the host had yet to pick up his cards. Seeing the heels being bet his eyes were immediately drawn to the legs they had previously been attached. Leaning back in his chair in an attempt to change the lighting and get a good look. As his attention was drawn to the other lady at the table, he turned rather abruptly, and lost balance, falling off his chair, onto the floor besde Hillary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 14:38:16</strong>
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				Unable to contain a laugh, Hillary gives him a stocking-footed, good-natured nudge where he lands.&nbsp; "I think you could use another drink, cowboy."&nbsp; She winks, then grins over to Janet-- quite the sexy little thing, wasn't she?&nbsp; Would it hurt to flirt a little more, and would Janet enjoy watching, maybe join in for a little lighthearted flirting..?&nbsp; "If you see anything you like down there, make a note of it..." her large eyes narrow with a flirtatious laugh that sets her fine-featured face alight, "... win a few rounds, and you might get a test drive."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 15:47:45</strong>
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				Not to be outdone in the flirting department Janet leaned forward so Robert had a full view of her cleavage.&nbsp; They were only C cups, but she played them for all they were worth.<br><br>"My name is Janet."&nbsp; she smiled and licked her lips at Robert so that her red lipstick glistened.&nbsp; "And I think I will call."<br><br>She smiled at Hillary feeling oddly turned on by her as well.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 08:53:53</strong>
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				Robert was glad he had taken the gig. It wasn't everyday he had two lovely ladies flirting with, each other, possibly him, and otherwise just plain being sexy. He was a bit out of it as, even in other strip games he had been hired for, there had been more then an over inebriated host at the table with him. Which usually kept the girls busy. He was also glad he had taken the time to make second drinks for each of the girls. He was duty bound not to leave his seat until the game ended.<br><br>James climbed back up his seat and gave a little wink to Hillary. "I'll keep that in mind when the clothes start to fly." He gave a smug grin and peeled off his shirt, and the attached tie, dropping it on the table. "I'm in Bobbo, roll em out!" His body was fairly tone, but pale in comparison to his arms and face. It wasn't exactly the type of body you show off, and the weather didn't much get hot enough to justify taking off your shirt if you didn't have something to show. But, it was still something.<br><br>Robert nodded and discarded a burn card, and flipped over the next card to be dealt.<br><br>"Two of hearts. 10s, 7d, 6c, 2h. I've got to tell you, this is probably the worst common pile I've ever seen. Any bets?" His eyes again move first to Hillary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 14:58:04</strong>
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				Hillary chuckles as Robert's shirt and tie go into the pot, simply out of enjoyment and eagerness, not mockingly.&nbsp; Guys had a certain degree of leeway where such things were concerned, and something about his general appearance was a little comforting... maybe by not being overly-tanned or man-scaped he was actually more realistic and approachable, because he was attractive, but not stuck on himself.<br><br>"I'll go in for another," she says coolly, lifting the flower-wreath from her hair and setting it onto the table with her shoes.&nbsp; "Gets interesting from here on out, if anybody raises..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strip-Poker Party</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 01:01:27</strong>
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				James hits the table hard and calls out "Raise!. For the love of all that is holy. I raise. " His reaction is quickly dismissed by Robert, who looks over to Janet with a smile. "Now that you know he intends to raise, are you still in?"
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