Still nothing. One ace and a pair of threes. Janie folded. So did Jim, Jon, and Stacey. It was Missy, Lacey, and me. Do I stay in, I’m still dressed, even had socks on. Lacey and Missy still hadn’t taken anything off. Missy was smiling too much, she was bluffing. Lacey, I couldn’t tell. She played her cards close. What the hell I thought, “I call.”Missy dropped two sixes, Lacey threw her cards in. Damn, I lost. I threw my cards. Lacey tugged her top over her head, dropping it next to her. I pulled a sock off to, “Boos,” from everyone. I grinned and looked at Lacey’s red bra.Lacey, like her sister, was tiny. Her tits were almost non-existent. Just a hard pointy nipple. I couldn’t wait to see them both without bras.Another few rounds and Janie was down to her little panties and sports bra. Jim and Jon were both in just their boxers, Lacey and Stacey both in bras and tiny little lace panties. I however still had my pants. Missy still clung to her tank too but her shorts were lying by. Her only complaint was when the insomnia kept her up for more than three consecutive nights. Seventy-two hours without sleep tended to depress her and, on those lonely nights she would often stand at the door staring endlessly into the dark, longing for company.This was just such a night.She had expected to be up tonight. The week had been particularly nerve-wracking and, to make matters worse, her husband's parents had flown in today for a four-day visit. Sleeping in her own bed was difficult enough; sleeping on the lumpy futon in the study was out of the question. So here she is, book forgotten in hand, cocoa steaming in the oversized mug on the end table, favorite soft blanket over her legs, staring out the window beside the recliner that was her husband's during the day but which became her prized possession in the middle of the night. Her eyes are large and unfocused as she roams a million miles away through the midnight mists.In this insomniac fugue state, she doesn't hear the.
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