" Hi Kandy, I hope you can come over tonight. By the way, you don't have to worry about Roue, bring him with you, because I have a large fenced in yar.... I just know he will enjoy playing with the other dog whose name is Champ. If you want, we can watch a movie, share a few beers, let our hair down, and have a girl's only weekend." Well, I don't mind. After all, I'm not doing a fucking thing. I'm bored as hell and would be glad to join you. After all it beats sitting here at home looking at. . on one of those scary rides that throw you around the sky until you're not sure if you're going to get to the end before your breakfast. And, I thought, why isn't there a theme park for adults? A sort of BDSM Centre Parcs. I looked around in the UK and there are a few places that offer accommodation — bed, breakfast and bondage, that sort of thing. There didn't seem to be anyone trying for anything more ambitious; something that would be a real experience for those taking part. I guess the. The louse nodded his agreement, and the entire group watched as Mr. Lucky laid down his hand. Moe didn’t have to hear to know everyone was impressed. Everyone but Wolfman. As Mr. Lucky reached to scoop up the pot, Wolfman stopped him by laying down his own cards, one at a time – a five, a six, a seven, an eight, and a nine, all spades – a straight spade flush. Moe didn’t trust anyone who could be so fortunate. He expected Mr. Lucky to feel the same, maybe jump up, challenge the hand, show a. Hell, he's the only reason I'm alive. If he hadn't come back for me I would still have been in there when the place blew up. He risked his life to save me; I don't have to tell you that means a lot, but more than that I have never once seen him use his gift for anything even questionable. And since we're on the subject, I was planning to bring this up anyway; he's scared about what's been going on. This thing with the leaks has got him nervous and I can't say I blame him; he wants a safe way.