That is when our friendship really turned into dating. Then I went up from C to D, my hips started to catch up with my bust, and Dave did notice me. N...w we couldn't -- I couldn't -- go back."Get lost, dweeb," Dave said. I hadn't heard him come up either. Peter left. "If he bothers you, tell me and I'll punch him out." He wasn't bothering me." Not in that way. "Peter's an old friend; I wouldn't appreciate your beating him up. It's not your style, anyway. You pick on kids your own size." You're. I know waitressing at a dive bar in Fort Lauderdale is not the pinnacle of success, but they liked me and treated me well. I got the best shifts and I was always ready to fill in for some one if they were sick or called in with an emergency. Now that I didn’t have to be home to cook dinner for Cara, I got the 4 to midnight shift, full time, and my tips nearly doubled. I was now making two hundred dollars most nights and when I went to lock my purse in the break room I heard one of the. Van was practically carrying Amy to the bed. Joy and I were a bit more subdued. We walked in, and she led me taking my hand. When I saw the inside of the hotel room, I again shifted my position back to Van was an asshole. This room was a single fucking room. One small ass bed with cheap sheets. What the hell were we going to do? I knew what Van and Amy were doing. Van was sitting on the bed and my sister was sitting on him with her legs wrapped around him. Their open mouths attacked each. There were murmurs, but no information surfaced as to other victims."And they were definitely cheating?"Dub Whittaker, a bent old man with a long dirty white beard stepped forward and pointed to leather shirt. "That one was double dealing. The farmer got the cards off the bottom, and that one," he pointed to the man who had claimed the win, "got the better hand off the top. I knowed somethin' was up earlier, but couldn't see what they wuz doin' until that last hand. I think they got careless.