I had fifty dollars in my pocket, remnants from my last trick; a $125 'suck and fuck' at a Boston hotel. My hope was that if things went well, I'd hav... a lot more than fifty on my way home.My "pull" for coming to the casino was simple: plenty of men, plenty of money, plenty of lust for a vamped up T-girl vixen. That's what I had going for me. I was dressing to be noticed. That meant I needed to look somewhere between "sexy" and "slutty." Too "sexy" and the guys might want to dance first, and I. What would not end was my new daughter – our new daughter, I corrected myself. Pete any my fourth child.In a short time, there would be another life in the house; a tiny, demanding life that would need my full attention. And there would be no choice; that life would have to get my full attention, come what may.Pete had been amazing all this time. From the moment he learned that his wife of over twenty-five years had not only been unfaithful for months, she had also been knocked up by a boy. It took them a minute or so to develop a rhythm and then she just relaxed and let them use her. She had orgasmed over and over as the two decided that they liked DP and kept her at it all afternoon.God, she wanted it bad, but she had four days to go before her next meeting with the boys. A stray thought entered her mind — there was always Jake — and then she shuddered, no damned it, no, never again.She looked at herself in the mirror as she adjusted the little black cocktail dress."I don't want. Everyone looked at me expectantly; very much so in Donna's case.I said, "I've got some good news and some bad news, Donna." Oh no," from Donna, who must've been hoping for only good news."It says you're too young to have a boyfriend yet, and CERTAINLY too young to be having sex with a boyfriend." Oh," moaned a very dejected looking Donna.Another messenger blob came to me. I said, "It's asking why are you sad? It knows you don't really want a boyfriend. Isn't Patch better than a silly boy?".