Let's have odds the hard way. Get'em down... come and field bets. Here we go. Shooter coming out. Four! Four... six the number. You're looking for a s...x, sir. Six'll do it. Let'em roll... seven! Seven the loser! Next shooter. All bets down. The dice are coming out..."Silk continued to smile to himself. The lounge was packed and the voluptuous, red-headed, naked doll that was perspiring beneath the spots in a frenzy of measured writhing, undulating movements to the loud, rocking, recording. Okay, he continued. He was testing me, I could tell. He knew as well as I did that this was a bit too awkward for comfort, but he didnt care. To be honest, I thought it was kinky. The rush of the secrets made my heart race. About ten minutes passed and he started to pass out papers. On my test he game back he had his cell number on it. I programmed it into my phone. ————————————- That night I was sitting in my room with my guitar. I was reflecting on the day. I thought about Media Lit and how. "You know, you shouldn't only look for excitement in stories, you can find it in real life too. She looked round at me and smiled. "Do you have any of the Chianti left?" "I don't know, I'll have a look in the storeroom" Five minutes or so passed, then I heard "there is one bottle but I can't reach it, could you help me?" I walked into the storeroom, to the left there was a separate cupboard filled with alcohol, I walked in, she had her back to me the bottle was above her head, as I put my hand. A tight royal blue dress, low cut accentuating her breasts. The dress was short to show off her shapely legs as she was wearing her five inch heels. Willard remembered back when he married Rachael, she was a ‘hot wife’ then and still is.At 5 o’clock, Rachael was still in the conference room. At 5:30 pm, he saw the company CEO enter the conference room. By 6 pm, Willard was a nervous wreck and left driving to his favorite bar and ordered a double Scotch. He was sure Rachael had insulted.