I swear to Christ, these gamblers have an instinct for picking losers every time. That's what I don't understand about you, kid. Why did he pick you? ...ou're a winner." You mean Jack bet all the money I gave him?" She sat on the bed, not willing to believe."That's the picture." Ears looked at her appraisingly, then said, "I think you've got smarts. Why not forget that clown and go with a winner for a change?" Like you?" she spat out."Yeah, baby, like me. I can give you all the stuff he only. . Oh.. She's undoing his shorts. Her hand is reaching into his pants. I can see her rubbing her son off." Lisa said, as her own hand began to wander. Ever so slowly her palm crept up her thigh. Higher and higher it traveled.Liz was lost her in her concentration, her body overriding her moral thoughts. Her own sexual needs that had been bottled up for so long hung on Lisa's every word and they had a stimulating affect on her. She glanced at Lisa's lap and felt her mouth water as she watched. It was a very warm evening, given that it was early summer. The balcony was left open.All the women worked in the same company and were even close friends, the type to go out Friday evenings for drinking and clubbing.Michelle was an attractive woman in her mid-twenties, with brown hair and brown eyes. Her other friends were also pretty much physically attractive. Sally was a blonde. Kayla was African-American. Maria was a Chicano (Mexican-American). Caroline was a redhead. Susan was an ABC. He said later that he thought she was fucking me, but now he knew for sure. Her family life sucked and he was sure she was happy now. He wished me luck with her and would make efforts for private time when she joined us for lunch. I met her husband and k**s, they were high school age and always gone. Hubby was a loser who was always looking for a handy man job because he couldn't hold a regular one. He finally ended up as a house hubby, simply taking care of the housework while Carolyn earned.