"Call," Greg said, tossing his chips into the middle of the beat-up, hand-me-down table. Sophie frowned. Her boyfriend was a terrible bluffer, but she believed he was holding a decent hand. He just kept getting lucky tonight. "Raise," Emily smiled, cheerfully tossing in another ten buck chip. She was a bubbly little blonde, all smiles and pearly whites. Sophie had known her since middle school—before her tits had popped o...