To do otherwise is a serious felony. You now owe the Casino .. .? He consulted a paper drawn from an inside pocket. ?. . . four thousandseven hundred ...nd sixty dollars, payable before you leave the Casino tonight.? ?Before I leave the Casino?!!? Very little happiness remained in Caitlyn'svodka-based buzz. ?How the hell am I gonna pay four thousand dollars beforeleaving the fucking Casino? I don't have two cents! Kevin! Help me here!? ?I'm afraid I don't have it, either,? he reported sadly. ?But. Thesilence rose again and this time I thought I was drowning in it."I... used to be a man," I stuttered.The cop looked shocked for a moment but covered it nicely. He reachedinto his pocket, pulled out his phone and began to tap something intoit. He looked up once or twice and then showed me a picture of my maleself."You're telling me, that's you?" he asked incredulously."Er, yeah." I smiled sheepishly."I'm sorry, but you look nothing like this man. Nothing at all." Helooked angry.I was struck. I asked how much he had put in the first one, he poured a tiny little amount into my glass and said about that much, I said can I have a bit more, he explained the more we put in the more the drink would get bitter, but the better it would make me feel. He then got a little bottle out unscrewed the top and held it to his nose, he took a sniff then went wow that stuff is good. I asked what it was and he said it was poppers. I said what does it do, he said it makes you feel really good and. After starting the evening with her girlfriends and downing way too many free rounds of Fireball, she got the nerve to send the first text. She invited him to the bar, but he was working, typical of a damn truck driver. Her heart sank; she had her mind set on hot sex. She told him of her plans to have dirty, uninhibited sex that night. She told him how horny and drunk she was, and teased him over text. He replied, "if you don't stop, I'm going to have to do something complicated while.