He heard Joe clear his throat and looked over at the little old man sitting at the other end of the bench."Joe, would you like a comb or a brush for y...ur birthday?" Jonas joked with a smile. "I don't know if you are aware of it but your hair is wild."Joe chuckled and said, "I have a bunch of both but I keep losing them." So, are Pam and Mary OK?" Jonas asked."They're fine. They're a little shaken but they're waiting to thank you," Joe said.Jonas grunted and said, "I guess that means I lived. Is this really why I came up here? Maybe, on some unconscious level, but I was feeling -- would euphoric be the right word? Sexy? Naughty? So alive, so aware of every sensation, so aware of every implication too. He was holding me tight against him, his presumptions validated by my lack of resistance. Lack of resistance is too weak a phrase, it was my acceptance of what he was doing. I could feel that he was starting to get an erection, too, it was pressing against my lower back.I didn’t come. The Chief was getting low, though Diallo had a large stack that contained a thousand of my chips that I intended to get back.Finally, Mr. Diallo revealed that he had a full house again, 3s and jacks, but the Chief’s pocket aces make his 3-A full house far better, and it showed that though Mr. Diallo had gotten lucky (almost), he had raised on jack two. So he could calculate odds like a goddamn savant, but he was unpredictable. Shit.Clearwater had paid out his entire stake to show that he had. I was 22, married to Barb for two years, and (last night excepted) was still unable to get enough sex. I’d be lying if I didn't admit to being attracted to Barb's sister. She looked a lot like Barb, but was younger and thinner, with very-dark, long straight brown hair. Her countenance was dark, too, which wfas part of the attraction -- a bit Gothic, long before Gothic was hip. When Barb wasn’t watching, she liked to tease me, mercilessly. But, I knew enough to steer clear.Birdsong in the.