We would talk about girls and their stuff between their legs and how we dreamed of screwing them. We usually ended up getting into a wrestling match ...nd my mother would stomp in telling us to settle down or else. We apologized and soon as the door shut we giggled at her, and usually went to bed soon after that.Things were going good, I had a girlfriend, considered to be one of the top ten girls in school. We went to the movies, and Scott always tagged along with either one of her friends or. Plzzzz… He said, let’s see.. Then we wished good night to each other..and gone to sleep..But whole night I was thinking about him.. and I was scared too..That everything will be all right or not..That night I didn’t sleep well.. Next morning I got out of bed as soon as my alarm went off. and wished him good morning .After that I started my daily routine work..That day I had to cook food because my mom was not at the home..After completing my all work. I again messaged him for asking about. “Good,” I thought, “A full house weekend should help the poker room keep its tables busy.” I entered the casino floor. Jackpot bells were going off on the slot machines, an aspiring female singer had the afternoon shift and was singing ‘Just An Old Fashioned Love Song,’ on the stage of the Lagoon Bar, and the biggest sucker game in the house—the spinning wheel—had all six seats taken. I walked by two crap tables that had a good crowd playing at each one. Plenty of one hundred dollar black. I was astonished at her using the word spunk. The whole incident overwhelmed me and I felt guilty, ashamed yet oddly aroused by her outburst. What could she have against Maria (good job I didn’t refer to her first name with Mum)? She hardly knew her but I sensed she was in some way envious of her. I could not believe she would be hostile to her Polish origins. In my bones I vaguely got a feeling of resentment at Maria possibly flaunting (her word) herself with me. How right she was but she did.