I was surprised as he didn’t seem like the type. We grabbed a cab and headed down town. He was very particular. “I will sit at the roulette table....You stand behind me”. I nodded. It didn’t sound that exciting really. We entered and I bought $500 worth of chips. I liked having a credit card that I wouldn’t get a bill for. I gave the chips to Roscoe and did as he asked. He lost, then he won, then he lost again. Frankly I was getting bored. Then he had a big win several times and had $5,000 on the. . . almost impossible such a thing could be alive. Anna could almost feel Little Tom’s velvety fur right then. Much softer than velvet, really. Softer even than the beaver and otter her father trapped along the river. She wished she could pet Little Tom. Even after he became Old Tom, he still would sit in her lap every evening, calming her with his rumbling purr. She knew Old Tom was gone, long gone, but Bill wasn’t. She wished she knew why he never visited her. He used to visit . . . every. There were five of them, ranging in ages from eight or nine down to two, all with blond hair and lots of freckles, playing in front of a small, ramshackle house.A little girl ventured out to the road and Shirley squatted down, coaxing her to come closer. She was using her T-shirt to clean the little girl's runny nose when her older sister approached us."Christina, what does momma tell you about talking to strangers?" the older girl said in a scolding tone.The younger girl just looked at her. Just know that I became a woman, who after our son was grown, went to house parties, clubs, and had Dave and a couple other guys putting together gang bangs for me in hotels. I was gang banged one to four times a month for fifteen or twenty years and sucked and fucked a bunch of guys besides. I usually fuck bareback and want the guys to fill me up because I love, really Love, to feel the cum following out of me for hours and when it stops I get filled again as soon as I can! I also always loved.