Rach watched the others turn over their cards. Jess held the king of spades, while Tara had the seven of hearts. Praying she would beat the seven, Rach turned her card. Four of hearts. She sighed in defeat, wishing for a way out of the embarrassing situation.
She looked up to see both pairs of eyes firmly on her, waiting to see her lose her first – and hopefully last, Rach thought – piece of clothing.
Focusing on the fact that Tara was already as exposed as she would soon be, Rach swallowed her pride and leaned forward, quickly taking her top off over her head.
“Hey, that’s mine!” Jess exclaimed, pointing straight at Rach’s chest.
Rach went to explain, but she was too embarrassed to speak. In the past years, Jess hadn’t even seen her in a short shirt, yet alone virtually topless.
“She doesn’t have any of her own. I… Uhh, made her get rid of them,” Tara said to Rach’s relief. It was, at least, slightly less embarrassing than the obvious truth.
Rach quickly reached to give the cards to her sister, figuring that when Jess was focusing on the cards, rather than her skin, she might feel a little less sleazy. |