I asked him what happened to the chip cutter“She got the sack as well!”Ran out of toilet paper and am now using lettuce.Today was the tip of the i...eberg.I met a woman in a club last night who said she would show me a good time.We went outside and she ran a 40 meter dash in 4 seconds.So I’m rubbing away at this old lamp when WHOOOSH a genie appears as they do; true to form he says “What is your wish?”So after about 2 seconds thought I say “I’d like a new Ferrari please”“Sorry,” says the genie.. They sat back down at the table before Diana and Jacques began to talkbusiness again. Their discussions were only interrupted when Jacques gotthe waiter's attention to order another scotch.Once Jacques lifted his third glass of scotch from the table, Blake feltthe man's other hand on his nylon covered knee. Blake's face lost allexpression as he stared at the man, who acted nonchalantly about wherehis hand was placed.Blake's eyes widened as he stared at his wife. Diana could tell therewas. After thirty minutes and several promises, they finally went upstairs. I had another martini and continued to play. Not as well as before. All of that nagging must have changed my luck. My stack of chips dwindled steadily. As fast as I lost, the man sitting next to me seemed to win. What with talking to the girls, the martinis and the excitement, I hadn't really noticed him. He was so quiet. With my chips almost gone, I began to watch him. No hesitation. After each play, he placed chips around. I couldn’t help but smile if even on the inside as I allowed my mind to clear. My hands slid freely over my stomach and to my crotch, my fingers enjoyed the feel of the wet hair and the plumpness of myself and eventually the thickness of my lips. I was more exploring what was unchartered for so long, clearly this was not an attempt to get off, it was more an expedition of what was once lost. As I dried and readied for bed, the thought of pajamas escaped me tonight. I simply laid on my bed.