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"Okay, once more," Starsky said, rubbing the dreidel between both hands. "You roll nun you do nothing, gimmel you get everything, hey you get half, and shin you add on. Got it? Good." "Wait. What if - " "Quit stalling, blintzie. What are ya, scared?" "Of course not, but you -" "Here, I'm first, I'll show ya." Starsky gave the top a spin. "Gimmel! Yeahhh, I get it all. Short game." He sat back, his smile - and his thighs - spreading slowly. "Strip, hot stuff. Gimme everything, show me skin. And take your sweet, sweet time." Hutch, sighing, began to unbutton. Prompt: dreidel |