Some guys have all the luck

'Now, it's really a very simple game', she began. 'And completely juvenile, of course. I learned it from some of the brassier girls at the children's home, years and years ago. it's called dare. It's also known as nervous.

I believe it's played all over the world, as such things usually are. Playing nervous'


'Don't know it. What happens ?'

She laughed rosily.

'Not a great deal. You put your hand on my throat, say, and let it descend until i say nervous. Or on my knee. Or I put my hand on your tummy and move it slowly downwards.'

'Until i say nervous ?'

'Or until I say nervous. Shall we play ? I suppose', she said revealing the white strap of her brassière beneath her shirt and producing a blush, 'I suppose it would be fairer if i took this off. Turn away.'

He turned away. She stood, unbuttoning her shirt. Leaning forward, she unhooked herselfand slowly released the brocaded cups.

She gave a special smile.