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Our two beautiful and incredible sexy school mates Betty and Judith finally agreed to play one game of friendly strip poker against Paul and me one early Friday afternoon.

We all sat tense and excited in the kitchen of Judith's home (her mom was not at home luckily) ready to begin the first game.


At first it went fine as scheduled. Judith loosed her left red sock and exposed a beautiful right foot with red nail polished on. I just stared on the foot imaging a lot of boyish scenes with me and this beautiful foot. Then Betty had to remove her necklace. Nothing remarkable itself but a good beginning.


After a short break, Judith wanted to listen on another radio station and get some light beers for us to drink, it was time to continue the game again. Another sock off made Judith's both feet exposed and a while later it was time to see what her jeans had been hiding from me for all the years we have known each other…


Although Judith actually removed her jeans I did not see so much of what they were revealing as her mother entered the kitchen in a way that would have made wildest rhino green of envy. The girls just ran away like two scared zebras and Paul began to cry, endless repeatingly "Oh no!" while he was covering his face with his hands.


Yes, Ms. Tangle, truly yelled at us at first. She called us a lot of names I cannot print in this story but I can assure you that you would surely get your mouth washed with soap if your old folks heard you using such nice words as Ms. Tangle did towards us but after a while, when she had calmed down, she began to smile instead. She sat down in front of us requesting a re-start of the game.


At first both Paul and I got chocked, astonished but , after a while, also proud and filled with brave boyish thoughts. Here a female queen wanted to have a game of strip poker with us. Two young males who was better than the best in the noble art of poker. - Soon I would see a naked lady for the first time in my life!


30 minutes later Betty and Judith came back into the kitchen with a camera just in time for watching me and Paul giving our last pieces of clothes to the said Ms. Tangle. (Who by the way only loosed one piece in the game - a little needle pin that said (for those who cared to make the efforts of checking it) County Poker Champion.



It was ages since I saw you, heard your cute little laughter or, when we were in the mood for love, kissed your warm and soft lips. Oh, I miss you so much.

Perhaps it is the heavy wind outdoors or perhaps it is pure imagination but when I sit here looking out through the window I do not see the empty parking lot with only a plastic bag flying around. Instead I see...

Come here your foolish fool and give me a kiss… As always on the Sunday church picnic it did not take long before Mary Lou (my red headed lovely wife from Ireland) and I was kissing. She was truly beautiful while she was sitting on the blanket wearing her little hat with the purple ribbon band around. That hat in addition to her white blouse and long black skirt made her with no doubt the most beautiful girl in the county. Just by feeling her soft lips pressed towards my hard dried ones well hidden under my long beard made my lumber jack's heart softer than the softest jelly.

Although we had been married for some years now I was far from tired to just admire you my Queen in front of me while you seduced me with your magical kisses. Yes, if we had not been in company with the rest of the inhabitants of our village I honestly do not know what had happened. Your kisses just seemed to be more and more delicious for every time the sparkle of love our lips created every time they touched.

Not until the reverent abrupt our moments of closeness together - he wanted me to show my strength again by chopping a Christmas tree into fire wood (something I did on every church picnic) - I allowed to think on something else than how much I loved you, my dear, sweet wife.

Suddenly you are here, I see your face just here in front of me. So beautiful and filled of life. With my last efforts I raise up from this idiotically moveable chair with wheels trying to kiss and embrace you before I realize that all I see is a picture of you made by my memories.


The following morning the stressful nurse Claire Jenkins finds the 92 years old Mr. Jon Doe on the floor in his room sleeping like a little baby. She looks out through the window seeing a grey cat playing with an empty plastic bag laying on the parking lot.