Date Ariane – Strip Crazy Eights -

“Strip,” she said, leaning back on her palms.

You had no hearts. You drew. A three of hearts. You played it. She played a seven. You played a king. She played another eight—diamonds. You swore.

“Draw,” she said.

“You’re still half-dressed.”

Your last card was useless. You drew. A four of hearts. Played it. She played her final card—an eight of hearts. date ariane – strip crazy eights

You played the nine.

You sat in your boxers. She still had her tank top and panties. And that one stubborn earring. “Strip,” she said, leaning back on her palms

She tilted her head. “One more round?”