Strip Poker

How much will she bet?

I arrived home just before midnight, early by my standards, far too early. I only managed buzz, but my ride wanted to leave. She was sick, and since she’s my best friend I didn’t want to be a bitch.

So here I was, home at midnight. Cigar smoke hit me in the front entrance, which meant my step-dad, Dwight, held his poker night. Mom didn’t mind the poker, …