He would sleep fitfully once more. The motel room was noisy from the nearby traffic. People came and went at all hours of the night with doors slammin... and cars starting. He lay on his back, going over the possible scenarios of the next stage of his life. He tried to imagine living in another city and working for strangers. It wasn’t that difficult, he remembered. Eight years ago he had returned from the East Coast and had found this job. With good people to support him, he could work anywhere.. "Have a standing game every Friday night when I'm home." Good. There's an open seat at the table" and he led me over to a table where a game of seven-card stud was in progress. Bill introduced me, warned them that I was no stranger to the game and then took off to look to his other guests.I'd been playing about an hour and I was doing okay. I was a winner, but not a big winner and that was okay because I never am. I play for the enjoyment of the game; the challenge of trying to read the other. "Here's to Friday afternoon!" Sandy said as she picked up her wine glass and toasted me. "I just wish I wasn't going to be here by myself most of the weekend", she pouted. "I could have gone to the lake, but I hate fishing and there is absolutely nothing to do there. Let's go into the living room and sit down."I followed Sandy into the impeccably decorated living room. I couldn't help but stare at her shapely ass through the thin material of her clinging bath robe. I sat down on the couch and,. I knocked on the door.“Just a second” I heard Liana say.I waited for her to open the door and fantasized about what they might have been doing on the other side of the door. It sounded like they were hurrying to get dressed. It seemed to take a long time for them to open the door, but it was worth the wait. Liana unlocked the door and let me in. They had all put on short outfits over their bikinis.“Mike says that it will be an hour or so before we get there. I am going to fix a sandwich..
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