‘But you never know.’ Chad nodded wisely, though it was unclear what it was he was being wise about. ‘So, either of you could still become anoth...r Moneymaker?’ Daniel laughed. ‘Not at all. Chris’s epic victory in 2003 changed the face of poker,’ he commented as he took a drink. The sip of water helped the dryness in his mouth. ‘As wonderful as it would be for either of us to win, all that would do would be to make either of us famous. There’s no comparison.’ ‘Perhaps,’ Chad said, turning back. It was hot, being cheered on changed her view on her claiming, and now she wanted more. She clung to her twisted lover and threw her head back in ecstacy as he pounded I to her, rocking get her body and threatening thrust past her cervix. She pulled back from his fangs so she could move his lips to hers, her blood on his teeth and she could taste it. His long cat like tongue penetrated her mouth and assaulted her tongue, inner cheeks and towards the back of her throat. She gagged softly and he. “Love you bitch!” she calls over her shoulder.“Love you too!” I call back, almost as drunk as Tiffany. I look down at her phone, knowing what I have to do now.“What kind of trouble did you get yourself into now?” Gabe answers the phone.“What? What trouble?” I slur, “No trouble!”“I’ll believe that when I see it!”“We’ll you’ll see it pretty soon because Tiff is having sex with a French dude and I need a lift!” I declare proudly.“Not again,” Gabe sighs. “Alright, I’m leaving now but I won’t be. I also took an extra napkin and wiped up the seats where all three girls had been sitting. It appeared that wet panties were going to be an issue with all of them.Jerry smiled and said, “Damn, son. You’re a fast worker.” He slapped me on the arm in a friendly gesture. “Jesus Christ, you made of steel or something? No wonder Wilbur bounced off you at practice. You’re solid muscle! See you at practice!” He took off.I smiled at his description of me. I had a feeling that I’d have to pay very close.