When she asked if I had a dog or cat when I was growing up my argument was lost. She had fallen in love with a fawn colored Great Dane, and we had a n...w baby in the house.I don’t remember ever having a puppy before, a dog yes but not a puppy. Samuel the puppy, named after the Hero who brought me to her, needed to be let out two times a night. Of course when he whimpered Beth decided it would be better if he slept with us. I informed her that the floor was close enough, and that she would. It was then that I realized his plan and my breath stopped and I suddenly felt very vulnerable. He could take more pain than I could, that was true, but not only was our pain shared but our pleasure as well. I knew he could sense my fear the moment it set in and I could sense his satisfaction. “You know that song?” He asked with impressed amusement. I didn’t answer I just looked at him with pure hate. “Do you want to finish it for me?” He asked and I felt my stomach drop. It wasn’t a question. I set to work playing blackjack and counting cards. At the point where the card count turned the odd in my favor I was up a couple of hundred dollars. I had followed all the other suggestions in the books on how to play blackjack religiously. So when the odds went in my direction, I knew I had only a few hands before they reshuffled the cards. At that point I raised my bets to the table limit. There was no advantage to dragging it out. The casino security would catch on pretty quickly.I was up. “Nathan,” she says nicely. “Yes?” I reply. “Why are you late?” she asks. I respond “I’m sorry, I don’t have a reason I just got up late.” She says, “Just don’t do it again Nathan. Make up the 30 minutes before you go home tonight please.” I nod and go off and do my day. A day later and I wake up late again, since my ex-girlfriend left me I haven’t been sleeping, but waking up late is something I’ve never had a problem with before. I rush to get ready and once again get to work late. My boss is.