Lorraine was a preacher's daughter from a small farming town in Iowa. She'd been insulated from some of the 'seamier' things in life--dancing, liquor, gambling, pre-marital sex.
When she grew up and could leave home, she moved to Des Moines to work as a hairdresser and met me--former delinquent, former sailor, currently a mechanic. She discovered that she liked stingers--the creme de menthe was unlike anything she'd ever tasted. The pre-marital sex thing was next to go.
Now, we had some friends over and she was learning to play poker--one of the last remnants of innocence down the tubes.
George was rather condescending to this newbie. She didn't say anything, but I could see she was getting a bit nettled. About an hour into the game, I bet a dollar on a pair of kings and the next two players folded. As he casually tossed in a five dollar raise, George said, "Now that's what you do when you have a good hand."
Lorraine said sweetly, "Joe, two pairs are good, right?" Without waiting for an answer, she pushed a ten-dollar chip into the pot.
"Yes hon," I replied disgustedly as I threw my kings away.
I could see by the big grin on George's face as he raised another ten that he expected to pull in a decent pot with trips or a straight and Lorraine was going to learn a hard poker lesson. Satisfied, George sat back and took a big swig of beer.
She called his raise and showed her two pair--two red aces and two black aces.
George choked, turned red-faced and snorted beer out his nose.
Lorraine just smiled sweetly, raked in the pot and dealt the next hand.
When she grew up and could leave home, she moved to Des Moines to work as a hairdresser and met me--former delinquent, former sailor, currently a mechanic. She discovered that she liked stingers--the creme de menthe was unlike anything she'd ever tasted. The pre-marital sex thing was next to go.
Now, we had some friends over and she was learning to play poker--one of the last remnants of innocence down the tubes.
George was rather condescending to this newbie. She didn't say anything, but I could see she was getting a bit nettled. About an hour into the game, I bet a dollar on a pair of kings and the next two players folded. As he casually tossed in a five dollar raise, George said, "Now that's what you do when you have a good hand."
Lorraine said sweetly, "Joe, two pairs are good, right?" Without waiting for an answer, she pushed a ten-dollar chip into the pot.
"Yes hon," I replied disgustedly as I threw my kings away.
I could see by the big grin on George's face as he raised another ten that he expected to pull in a decent pot with trips or a straight and Lorraine was going to learn a hard poker lesson. Satisfied, George sat back and took a big swig of beer.
She called his raise and showed her two pair--two red aces and two black aces.
George choked, turned red-faced and snorted beer out his nose.
Lorraine just smiled sweetly, raked in the pot and dealt the next hand.
