We'd each had about six drinks, and we were sitting on the couch at IndoChine in Holland Village. Even in my alcohol-induced state, I knew what was going to come next... and I fairly tingled with excitement. I glanced over at Hope with a come-hither look in my eyes, and she raised her eyebrows at my obviously excited state. We both turned to my boyfriend Jack, who sat next to me on the couch watching the interplay between his girlfriend and her best friend. He grinned as he read our minds, and motioned for the waiter to bring the check. The waiter looked glad to be rid of us — lesbian shows might be good for business in L.A., but here in Singapore a threesome on the couch (however mild) only attracted disapproving attention.

The three of us stumbled down the street and into a waiting cab, caressing and kissing as much as we dared. Which, with a few too many Long Island iced teas coursing through our veins, was probably more than we would have under other circumstances. In the cab, an old Chinese man started driving, then turned and asked us where we wanted to go. I removed my lips from Hope's neck and Jack stopped stroking my inner thigh. Where did we want to go? We looked at each other. Hope was the first to speak.

"We can't go to my place — my roommates don't take kindly to our little ménage a trois." We shared a grin at this — Hope's roommates professed to be liberal-minded, but in practice they tended to be a little conservative for our taste. Hope turned her gaze to me. "What about you, Des? Your place?"

I hedged for a bit before responding. "Well, we went to my place last time... and my twin bed was hardly sufficient for the activities we had planned..."

We all giggled and turned to Jack, who sighed. "Fine, fine, my house it is." He turned to the driver. "Ang Mo Kio Avenue, please?" The driver grunted, eyes fixed firmly on the road. Apparently he didn't appreciate the hands Hope and Jack each had on my breasts as much as I did.

Twenty minutes later we made our winding way up the elevator to Jack's condo. By this time the brunt of the alcohol had worn off and we were all feeling pleasantly buzzed. We laughed aloud at the disapproving look we got from Jack's security man and fell over each other into his apartment. There was an uncomfortable pause as we looked uncertainly at one another. What to do, where to go... I broke the silence.

"Let's play a game!" I announced. The others looked at me strangely.

"What kind of game?" Hope asked.

"Um..." I looked around for inspiration. "I know! Strip poker!"

Jack guffawed loudly. "I've never heard a girl suggest that game before."

I narrowed my eyes at him, then grinned slowly and raked my gaze seductively over his