This is a short read and is part of an extended series of full length novels called HELLO GIRLS about a group of girls growing up and discovering boys, and indeed themselves as they grow into maturity.
What are the girls up to now? Have they tired of flirting with Johnsie and using him as the judge of all things sexy?
The girls are masterful at getting their own way, what have they concocted for the unlikely quartet of boys in this plot, and will they finally get caught?
In other words, just another day of sexual frustration for the boys at the hands of the girls. This time, watch how the girls manage to rope the boys from next door into playing strip poker.
Chapter Two: The Rules of the Game
It's Saturday morning, and Isabel has just come into the nursery lugging a large suitcase.
“Whew, I'm dead.”
“I hope you're not going to wear all of that at once.”
Isabel pulled a face. “If I put all that lot on at once I wouldn't be able to stand up.”
“Have you worked out any rules?”
Isabel sat down on her case, and Chrissy perched on the table tennis table. “The main thing is to be flexible. We want to be able to slide from one set of rules to the other set at a moment's notice. I dont want to end up with half my clothes on the floor after three rounds.”
“That's easy. The winner has a choice of penalty or forfeit.”
“Hmmm. I dont understand. I thought poker was a game of betting. How can you bet with penalties and forfeits?”
“Dont worry, it's easy. Anyway, I found this.” She slipped off the table and went over to the bookcase, and pulled out a slim volume.
“What's that? Dont tell me you have a book of rules for strip poker.”
“No, dont be silly, but it does tell you rules for playing ordinary poker.”
“Chrissy, dont be an ass, we can make up our own rules. The more complicated the better because then they wont remember them.”
“Well, I'm taking it, just in case.”
“Do you think we ought to have a trial run before we go?”
Chrissy shrugged. “That's fine by me. I've got two packs of cards.” She went behind the sofa and kicked over her suitcase. As she kicked she pointed her finger at the case. “Pow!”
She stared as it rolled over. “I need a trick that will open it up whenever I go 'Pow'.” Instead, she knelt down and unzipped the case, and retrieved a pack of cards.
She started spreading them out on the table, backs uppermost. “Take a look.” She stood back and pointed to a card. “Do you know what card that is?”
Isabel looked at the card, smiled and looked back at Chrissy. “You haven't?”
“I have. Ten of spades.” She flicked the card over.
“Oh, well done. What's the code?”
They both peered down at the cards as Chrissy explained the marks on the back.
“You dont think they'll notice?”
“You didn't notice till I told you.”
“Anyway, they wont be looking too closely. You have brought a couple of short skirts?”
Isabel patted her suitcase.
“Good. If we all wear really short skirts they'll spend most of the time trying to see our knickers. They wont be studying the backs of the cards.”
“This way, we know what we've got, and we know what they've got. We can signal if one of us cant get a decent reading of the cards. Wink with one eye only. Wink the right eye for 'go-for-it'. Wink the left eye for 'chuck-in-your-hand'.”
“Sounds good. But how are we going to bid? I mean, the object of strip poker is for your opponent to lose his clothes.”
“That's easy. You have to bet with clothes, not money. I haven't got any money anyway.”
“Neither have I.”
“So, you bet a shoe, and second time round you bet a sock, or a stocking. If you bet a shoe, then everyone else can bet a shoe as well, or they can raise. A sock would be a raise.”
“Yes but how do we work out what is a raise?”
“Easy-peasy. You start with outside garments and work in. So a skirt before a girdle, and a girdle before knickers. Well, knickers are last things to go.”
“We aren't getting that far.”
“I know, but that way there is a bit of argument about what is the higher bet. We've got a bit of leeway.”
“Okay, sounds good.”
“If we know the cards, and we invented the rules, and it's girls against boys, we should win easily.”
“It's a synch.”
“What about forfeits?”
“Simple. We can choose to suffer a forfeit instead of parting with an article of clothing.”
“And make the forfeit worse than losing the clothing. Good one.”
“Are you girls ready?” Chrissy's mum poked her head round the door. “I shall be getting the car out in five minutes.” The head vanished again.
The girls clicked knuckles, grinned, and picked up their things.
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