Tex-Ass Hold ‘Em

I made it to the final two of an invite-only poker competition.  It’s just me and the mature stud opposite in contention for the jackpot and both of us are determined to leave with something.

We ask to finish the tournament in private and it’s then that we set about cutting a deal for the winnings, but I want more than half.  I want you too, Mr. Charles, and I’m going to get it … exactly where it doesn’t belong.