" He hit me - he's dog meat!" Rada said, defiantly."Thane? Thane? Shit, he's taken it in the lung. Kohn? You there? Grab the litter and take him into ...he house. Faith? Help me with John? You conscious, pal?" she asked."Yeah!" John replied. "Allsinger ... uh ... shot me." I've had it with that mad fucker. C'mon, put an arm over - here. Faith, grab the other?"Carefully, the wounded were taken into the house leaving Allsinger, still with the knife at Rada's throat, to ponder his next move. Martin. For some it may be helpful togo back and read or reread if the case may be my earlier postingsalthough it is not truly necessary as this should stand entirely byitself. Enjoy and as always your comments are welcome.Chapter OneWell all the rumors were true I thought to myself as I walked in thedoor of my condo and tossed my car keys onto the table by the door. Ihung my sport coat and tie on the clothes tree and headed straight tothe liquor cabinet and poured myself a healthy double, I kicked. "I asked, "Are you sure about this? I feel the same way but I want you to be sure, Jen." I'm very sure," She replied as she grasped my penis with her hand. Without a word, I rolled her onto her back, leaned over her, and began suckling on her breasts. They're a perfect size, large enough to sag some, large nipples made for suckling, and I was putting them to that use. I moved below her breasts and began kissing her abdomen. "Wait!" She said, "I need to pee." I moved off of her and she jumped up. Isn't seeing me take my bra off twice as valuable as seeing me take my shirt off?" More like 5 times." I grumbled."Ok, my bra's worth 50 then." Samantha smiled at me as she took 3 more blue chips from the bank. I opened my mouth to say something, but Samantha interrupted. "Why don't you just admit this is fair before my panties are worth 50 too?" You win, you win. You have to make the first blind bet though. I'll deal, and I get the first chance to fold, check, or raise in the first game. We'll.