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Even Chantelle and Bethany were taking the bus down later this afternoon and infuriatingly, I still hadn’t heard off Jess. I had almost expected company from the moment I had learnt about the complimentary suite, but it had never materialised, even the complimentary limo to the hotel from home was spent alone. Either way, right now I was still sat in a small room. In front of me was a medium sized wooden table and on the other side of that were two men. 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A Royal flush is the best known and highest hand in the game, I had never been lucky enough to hold one… ever. What really made it obvious though is that Steven kept shifting his eyes, up and to the left – accessing the part of the brain responsible for creative thinking, also used for lying. If they were going up and to the right, - the part of the brain responsible for memory – I wouldn’t have thought anymore about it, but this guy was a truly awful liar. The next clue had come when they had mentioned hearing about the paper I had written in college. 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It wouldn’t have made even a modicum of sense to anyone who knew even the first thing about poker… or the English language. “interesting…” Steven mused writing feverishly in a notebook, clearly not having the first clue what I had just said, “…very interesting.” Michael – the quite one – flashed a little smile, he was also writing in a notebook, although at a much calmer pace. “Is there anything else you can tell me about that, our readers would be very eager to learn Latex Clothing your methods.” Steven continued. “Not really, bit of a trade secret I’m afraid” Part of me was enjoying stringing this asshole along, but a bigger part was wondering who they were and what they wanted. “I suppose I could tell you a little bit more, but first…” I paused for a second, looking intently at both men, “…first, you can tell me who you really are.” Steven scoffed, stuttered a few syllables out before trying to recover. 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