Date Ariane – — Strip Crazy Eights __hot__

She dealt the cards slowly, deliberately. The first eight she laid down was a wild card. She looked at you over the rim of her glass.

Round three, she demolished you. No contest. You lost your other sock. Then your belt. Then, in round four, your shirt. The apartment was warm, but not that warm. Goosebumps rose on your arms as she fanned herself with her remaining hand. date ariane – strip crazy eights

“You cheater.”

“Read ’em and weep,” she whispered. She dealt the cards slowly, deliberately