Cards   

  "Okay, Sam. Now I lay down two cards. Your's will be the second card and whoever's is highest wins." Frodo explained. Sam and Frodo had a card night with the other hobbits every Friday. This Friday, Sam decided to come early to Bag End to get in some extra playing time with Frodo. Frodo flipped over two cards. Frodo's was s 9. Sam's was a Queen.
     "So you win Sam." Frodo showed. Sam yawned. Frodo did a few mroe hands and Sam sat, bored as heck.
     "Mr. Frodo, can't we play a different game? This one is a bit...well, boring. You are the only one drawing teh cards and well I'm not having much fun, if ya follow me..." Sam said shyly, as not to hurt Frodo's feelings.
     "Oh..."Frodo went into thought. Sam was just about to apologize when Frodo got a meschevias grin on his face. That look prooved that there was Brandybuck blood running through him.
     "We could play *poker*..." Frodo stated. Sam looked disapointed.
     "Mr. Frodo, we played that last Friday. And the one before-"
     "*Strip* poker, Sam," Frodo grinned. Sam's jaw dropped. He froze. What was he supposed to say?
     "Oh, Sam, tell me you don't want to see this..." and he pulled down the neck of his shirt, so Sam could see just a little of his pale, milky white skin. Sam's eyes widened. Frodo pulled the shirt neck back up with a sly grin on his face. He had won Sam over.
     Sam sat speechless. He looked down and threw his hands on his lap to hide the buldge appearing in his pants. He looked around trying not to let Frodo know that he wanted so badly to pounce on him at that very moment.
     Frodo picked up the deck and began shuffling. He dealed the cards between him and Sam. Frodo traded in two cards and kept that sly grin wide across his face. Sam put in three cards and failed at an attemptto keep a game face on.
     "What have you got, Sam?" Frodo aked. Sam laid down his cards. He had a striaght in diamonds. Frodo sat there, silently.
     "Well, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked, impatiently. Frodo laid down his cards. He had a pair of twos and a pair of sixes. Frodo sighed happily and stood up. Sam  sat up straight and pushed himself back against the chair. Frodo began unbottoning his shirt. Each time a little more of his skin was unveiled. Sam got goosebumps. Right as Frodo reached the bottom button, Merry, Pippin and Fatty walked in.
     "Hello!" Pippin hollered. Frodo quickly bean buttoning his shirt back up. The trio walked in to the room as Frodo buttoned the last few.
     "Thank you, Sam for sewing that button back on," Frodo lied. Sam nodded his head.
     "My pleasure, Mr. Frodo. Didn't want to see you go without a shirt," Sam tried to hold back his laughter. He and Frodo both knew that he *did* want to see Frodo without a shirt. 
     The others came and they had a fun night of cards, jsut as usual. The others didn't even realize what they ahd walked in on. After a few games, they cleaned up and as everyone was leaving Bag End, Frodo pulled Sam aside.
     "Come early next week, Sam, and we'll finish what we started," Frodo whispered. Sam nodded eagerly and Frodo pulled him in again.
     "And, Sam..."
     "Yes, Mr. Frodo?"
     "Don't wear too many layers. I'd like to get to you as quickly as I can."
     "Yes, Mr. Frodo."


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