"This was freshman year of college-my first time living away from home," he went on. "Half a dozen of us were at this friend's house-his folks were gone for the weekend-and after enough beer, we thought it would be fun to play strip poker."
"All guys?" Jill asked.
"No. three and three," he answered. "We were all good friends, but we weren't dating one another-or anyone else, at the moment, for that matter."
"Freshman year?" Bob commented. "You can't have been old enough to buy beer."
"One of us was," Harry answered with a laugh. "That was Greg; really good looking black dude. But now that you mention it, that's why we were partying; it was Beth's birthday; she was the youngest of us, and just turned eighteen that day."
"So, the way we played the game," Harry explained, "is that everyo
