It was here where I met Mrs. Lozano, my classmate's step mother and I instantaneously got gripped by her beauty, impressed, indeed, despite her...45 yo. She was the owner of a well built , robust and vigorous body, adorned with gaudy showy curves. Despite she was tall, she often wore high-heels, a flowered dress, which consisted of a mini skirt. A typical bystander would gaze at her bare, solid, firm and massive legs. Apart from this, it was mandatory to stare at her massive. " I hissed, "Fuck!"Sheila pulled my hand across the table and studied it for a moment. She blew on it gently. It was cool and a little soothing even as it stung. My throat went dry. Then she found some tissues in her book bag, used her Evian to wet them, placed them on my palm and curled my fingers around to hold it in place. "I'll measure and pour. You take the notes." She said.My hand hurt like hell. But all of a sudden, Sheila seemed to change. She didn't look any different and she wasn't. I get to the club and once I was in, which was around 9:30, the place was pretty packed. There were two bars on each side, a dance floor in the middle, a stage on the back wall and some booths and couches through out.I took my place at the end of one of the bars. Music blared and I had to yell to the bartender for my order. For the next hour, I nursed it so I didn't get drunk but that it would cut through the nerves I had being there.There were a lot of people there, especially drag queens and. He also didn’t realize that the chips on the table were worth a dollar.“Changing a hundred,” called the dealer. He didn’t care if the man lost a hundred dollars on a single spin. It wasn’t his money. The roulette dealer exchanged a black chip for the hundred dollar bill.Watching the dealer replace his hundred dollar bill with a single black chip, Oscar asked, “What did you do?”“I put a hundred dollar chip on your number, sir,” the dealer answered.“Oh,” Oscar said. He watched the dealer toss the.