It was with a shaking hand that I reached out and took my card. Was it a polite acknowledgement of my impressive victory or a teasing smile that meant she was glad to finally rid herself of her final piece of clothing? “What’s wrong?” I asked. I had been cut off moments before climax and, unless she had a good reason for doing so, I would never forgive my beautiful friend. Thankfully, my friends were not the ditsy, shallow type either. Candy was the first to reveal her cards. It was now down to Candy and me. The odds of that happening were slim, but it was my only shot, so I took it. “What should we do now?” asked one of my friends. But still Candy refused to stop.
