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.