Since I'm experienced and you're an inferior sort of person."He saw her wry smile.At first she slapped most of the jacks, but he got the hang of it qu...ckly, and before long his advantage began to tell. So after a while they put the pile outside the bars. Each won a few rounds and then Bill started winning consistently, even where she had the home court advantage."Hey, you're an inferior kind of person! Why don't you act like it!"Bill grinned. He'd never had so much fun in his life.In a close. “I’m afraid you make some money or sleep in the streets.” I bite my lip and look up at him. He’s pretty handsome, I suppose. An older gentleman, black hair beginning to sink into gray, but still looking well-kept and combed. Under a really girly, mint-green apron is a worn pair of black dress pants and a long, white button-up shirt. But the thing that really pushes me is his eyes. Sky-blue with flecks of gold around it. Gorgeous, I tell you. After snapping his fingers a few times, he gets my. Well he had it stripped and were just putting it back together. He’d done the gearbox and were just lifting one of the barrels on when Monica, bless her, walks in with a dry powder fire extinguisher and lets him have it. Stupid bloody thing to do but the silly bitch did it.”Getting a puzzled look from the young man, Alan continues. “If you’ve never seen one of them set off you’re lucky. That shit goes every fucking where. He was sooo pissed off, it took him days to get his garage usable again. “Of course not!” she said with some indignation. “That was the first thing I got. I also got stuff for my teeth, for my hair and even some lipstick. I know I need to look good for the current man in my life.”That last comment took me by surprise but I didn’t say anything.When we got to the aid station, I had one of the EMTs look at Jennifer’s arm. His diagnosis was what I had suspected – a green stick fracture – and he told us that the splint could probably come off. He told Jennifer that she.