'Poker night had started off as a legitimate monthly card game; it was Frans who'd turned it into "poke-her" night. He'd been going to a gentleman's club in the city for quite some time. It was he who had suggested that they spice up their regular boys' night, assuring everyone that it was discreet and upmarket; at a price, of course. They were wealthy enough to buy discretion and they were all keen to bring some excitement into their lives. Being...