"I did. I didn't hobble the horses like I knew I should. Let's see it." Aw," she moaned after she recalled the image to the screen. "It's out of focus..." No," I said after examining the image on the little screen. "I think it's just motion blur, but only a tiny amount. I would keep this picture."She gave me that look. "Uncle Randy," she said in that downsliding voice. Translation: Stop patronizing me."No, I'm serious. I said I would save it. Remember, I'm a professional. I take pictures to sell,. Steve counted out her stake and handed her the chips.Ron put a five chip on the table. “Since I’m to the left of the dealer I’m the small blind,” he explained to Carter. “Since you’re to the left of me, you’re the big blind -- you need to ante up ten.”Carter placed a ten chip on the table and Steve dealt the hole cards. Ron looked at his -- a king and a ten.“I’m in,” Matthew said and placed a ten chip on the table. Connie and Steve followed. Ron placed a five chip on top of his small. The brown haired guy was tall and lean like a runner, and very ripped. He was about 30 and had big round green eyes. He pulled off his shirt to display that both nipples were pierced on his full pecs, and the Celtic designed tattoo nearly covered his back. He definitely had an edge to him. It sure looked like the design was an arrow to his full round ass. He kept his khaki shorts on but his tiny waist showed he had something spandex on under. He went to the bar and came back with two. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have,” he said, staring down. I wormed my way between him and the sink, staring him in the eyes, “You shouldn’t have stopped,” I said wrapping my arms around his neck. I pressed my lips against him, he gave in easily, when he did I slipped my tongue into his mouth.Finally, our lips parted slowly, the tension between us palpable. His eyes darted back and forth, searching mine for an explanation. I smiled and clasped his hand in mine.I led him into his bedroom and.