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Beth sat looking out to the ocean on Neil’s lap and felt comfort. ‘It was my pleasure…’ she whispered at him as she rests her cheek on his. The chorus of ‘Mom!!’ coming from inside the house bought them back to earth as she got out of his lap. ‘I’ll be back…’ she whispered, kissing his cheek, as she went and got the kids settled.
After half an hour, she walked into the lounge to find a poker table set up, and Neil with a cigar hanging out the side of his mouth. ‘What on earth…’ she said looking at him shuffling cards and setting up some poker chips. Seeing his cheeky grin and John and Sylvia walk into the room with game faces on, Beth realised she was in for some strip poker.
‘Ahh geez. I’ll be up against three former treasurers! I hardly think this is fair!’ She said taking a seat next to Cowboy, as he offered her a cigar. ‘I am sure I could just save us all time and strip down to my bra and panties…’ she said with a wink. - May 7, 2010 6:57 PM
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Syl's game face fell when she saw the poker table, and she immediately spun and punched Jon hard in the arm. "What the hell!? I thought we were going to play Monopoly. You told me we were going to play Monopoly!" Her angry expression was welcomed by Jon's good-natured laugh, as he led her to the table and pulled out her seat for her in a gentlemanly manner. "You are so dead, you know that, Jon," she grumbled as she sat down.
Sighing, she exchanged worried glances with Beth across the table. "Treasurer experience isn't going to help here, Beth. Poker has very little do with actual numbers. It isn't even about odds. It's about signals." Disgruntled, she took a poker chip from the chip carousel in the center of the table, and spun it on the table top. "It's about the signals you give off to other people, and reading the signals people give off to you. You can have the best cards in your hand, but if someone with crap-ass cards convinces you to fold, you're screwed. There's a reason why they have that saying about 'playing a bad hand well'."
She slapped her hand down on the table, stopping the spinning chip. Picking it up, she absently traced her fingers along the edges and gave a resigned smile. "Anyways, I can't lie to save my life and Cowboy's known me so long he can read me like a book. I think the advantage goes to the former Mayors of Toronto," she said as she glanced with envy at Jon and Neil. "They're the ones with the most experience with keeping a straight face when the odds are stacked against them."
Setting the clay chip back into the carousel, she stood up and began to unexpectedly stumble nervously through her next words. "So I, uh... it seems to be a bit chilly in here," she lied. "I'll, um... I think I'll, um... go get my jacket."
About Me
- Beth C
- Mother. Wife of Neil. Member of the punk rock band Delicious Liaisons.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Strip Poker Fun
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Christmas Year 48
Tying the apron around her waist, Beth walked into the lounge where the boys were sitting watching television (the kids spread around playing with their new toys, Max seated on Neil's lap, sucking on a teething ring) and Beth handed the boys a beer each. Beth walked back to the kitchen to find Sylvia and Faith both in aprons, ready to get the meal prepared for the day. As Beth walked around the counter she began to laugh, 'Faith! How are you going to prepare anything with your rollerblades on?' She shook her head, that girl was amazing.
After two hours of hard work, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of a roast lamb, roasted potatoes, sweet potatoes, pumpkin, carrots and Yorkshire pudding and thick gravy, all traditional Christmas meals that Beth had growing up when she was living in Melbourne, Australia. The Yorkshire pudding was especially special, as it was a recipe passed down from her grandmother, a batter snack that tasted amazing with freshly carved lamb and thick gravy. The three girls looked very proud of themselves, when the final plate of food was placed onto the table. the grinned at each other, as they called the boys and kids in for dinner. On the bench, the pavlova Beth made for dessert sat decorated with strawberries and kiwi-fruit.
Beth led the little kids, Zoey, Mila, Aiden and Max into the bathroom to be cleaned up before bringing them back to the huge dining room table and sitting them down. Max still on her hip, she carried him over to his high chair and set him in it, in the chair beside her, mashing a small portion of potation into little clumps in his bowl and setting it in front of him.
After two hours of hard work, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of a roast lamb, roasted potatoes, sweet potatoes, pumpkin, carrots and Yorkshire pudding and thick gravy, all traditional Christmas meals that Beth had growing up when she was living in Melbourne, Australia. The Yorkshire pudding was especially special, as it was a recipe passed down from her grandmother, a batter snack that tasted amazing with freshly carved lamb and thick gravy. The three girls looked very proud of themselves, when the final plate of food was placed onto the table. the grinned at each other, as they called the boys and kids in for dinner. On the bench, the pavlova Beth made for dessert sat decorated with strawberries and kiwi-fruit.
Beth led the little kids, Zoey, Mila, Aiden and Max into the bathroom to be cleaned up before bringing them back to the huge dining room table and sitting them down. Max still on her hip, she carried him over to his high chair and set him in it, in the chair beside her, mashing a small portion of potation into little clumps in his bowl and setting it in front of him.
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