..Rip slow down. Of course he couldn't hear what I was thinking as he dug in around barrel number three. He bumps the barrel.......oh shit....don't ...all over.........the barrel stayed up...yes, no penalty. I'm thinking how fast Rip is moving as I slap him with the reins and yell, "Go....go.....go Rip". My hat flew off as we passed the timing pole. I put on the brakes and look back to the timing clock and hear the announcer, "GREAT TIME FOR CHELSEA YATES........13.922...." The crowd went. When I went to the bedroom to change my top I could hear a noise like a trampoline bouncing and an unfamiliar noise. When I looked out the window it was Kirsty and Chris jumping up and down screaming with excitement on a trampoline. Which caught my eye more however is they was completely naked her boobs which were about 34 DD perfectly rounded bouncing freely up and down, Chris's cock flopping from side to side. I could not help but watch I was going to be late back but this was exciting. All. . Gibby was there too. So there were two witnesses. I was actually going back upstairs to fetch the new cable I had installed for the camera. The door was locked."Gibbeh..." says a familiar voice."Hey Gib, you don't have the key do you?" I ask."Oh yeah. Sure do. It's the spare one."He raised his eyebrows in a creepy, weird way before reaching over to unlock the door. We both wander inside the studio, when the chubby boy suddenly stops in his tracks and appears to be listening carefully."What?". So far no one has connected us to Binion's. Simplest would be to keep the existing story going: that we went to LA and carried out a very clever financial coup down there, with me fronting you because you're a mathematical genius. Some unnamed big LA money men hired investigators to find you to pick your brain, or to find your notes. -- "It's reasonable for us not to provide any more detail than that, but there are two ways the true story could get out. First, someone in Vegas leaks my name..