Shimmering with oil you soak up the suns rays. As I stand next ti you, you pull down your glasses and say, " You're blocking my sun." I respond with... " My apologize don't want to create any unnecessary tan lines."Your glimpse shows signs of consideration, then you flip over to expose your back. Pulling the string to your bikini, you fully expose your back. Reaching over with one hand, you pop the top of the sun screen and push it towards me. "don't want those tan lines now do I?"I pull a. And a cripple and ugly: the kids would distance themselves from me in the end without the two of them even having to try to keep me at arm’s length. No, the children were lost to me too.****The man had money. I could envision the possibility that she would be trying to hunt me down when she found out that I hadn’t signed the divorce papers. I’d made up my mind about that; no contact that was the ticket. I would just disappear from the radar. I’d have my disability and my freedom for whatever. Time to play children." He gestures to a large wooden table.The women quickly leave the room as the men left now sit at the table.The doors are shut and locked. In all there are five men, the man runningthe games and six musular men standing along the back wall. Matt wondersif they just like to watch.The man in the tux clears his throat. "This game is reallysimple gentlemen. The stakes are high, but the reward can make one richfor life. If you win, you leave here one million dollars richer. To. ”“Lucky guy.” He said, as he wiped his hands on his jeans, staring at my large breasts, “What bike has he got?” he asked. I grinned, “A red one!” He smiled as he raised his eyebrows. “That tyre will get you there, but you’ll need to replace it pretty soon.”“What do I owe you?” I asked. “Buy me a beer when you get to the Festival.” He said as he got back onto his bike. With a wave, they roared off, down the road.When I drove onto the field, Craig was already there, drinking beer with friends of.