Two dealers wanted to give up their leases for space in the flea market. They said they had nothing to sell. Brian assured them that new products were...on the way. That was not true, but he eventually convinced a broker to find items in distress.Somehow, he made it through the month, coming up with payments to everyone.June 2006Brian was sure that his luck would change, and it did. The kids were out of school for the summer, and had returned to their own rooms to sleep.He was in his office one. I pulled her close to me and kissed her.She kissed me back, pulling me closer to her. Then she pushed me away. "Sorry, Becky. This is wrong! You're my best friend!" And you're my dream girl." Oh my god!" She was stunned. "You're a friggin' dyke!" No, no! Not a dyke. I just, love girls, is all." I can't believe this. My best friend is a fucking lesbian!"By now, tears were filling my eyes. "I've always loved you, but if you're acting like that, fine!" I wiped my eyes and took a few steps away. To. At first glance, my hand was terrible. But upon closer scrutiny, I realized that was not quite true. I had a three, a four, a five, a seven of spades and a jack of hearts. If I could get my hands on a six of spades, I would have a straight flush. The odds of that happening were slim, but it was my only shot, so I took it. The first card I picked was an ace of diamonds. The second a four of hearts. The third card would mean the difference between victory and defeat. It was with a shaking hand. "Reach across her and grab her right tit."I did as he said."Now, curl your fingers in her hair at the back of her head and pull her hair down till she is looking up at the ceiling and don't let her move."I wasn't liking this, but I complied with his command. Dave bent down and picked something off of the floor. It was a long black automatic transmission funnel. That must have been what he retrieved from the bed of the truck. It was not a new funnel and it had at one time, had oil poured through.