Friday night is poker night at the Salon. The Salon's owner, Giorgio, runs the poker games for the money and deals the cards for guys most of who fancy themselves to be professional poker players. In reality, they are just guys that are gambling addicts in the making. If they ever showed up in Vegas, Atlantic City, or New Orleans, they would lose the kid's t...
As if your vote is my applause, please vote. * There's no one here but us. Tell me. Do you wish you were rich? If you're not already rich, do you wonder why you're not rich? Why "them" and not "you"? Listed below are SusanJillParker's miscellaneous ramblings of things that are not right and/or not fair with the biggest issue being money. MONEY. M-O-N-E-Y....
I stared in shock at the stack of hundred-dollar bills. They hadn't been on my dresser that morning when I left for work. Fear made me back out of the room. Was someone still in there? I didn't have anything of value. More questions tumbled through my brain. None had answers. I ran to the kitchen where I set my purse when I got home. Expecting to see my cell...
Back in their own time, Sandra tried to piece things together. The meeting with Dual in the Mayfair offices was to be a dramatic one, not least because they had no way of telling the Magic had worked. "You sure you put the hex on this guy back in the past?" Terry nervously hovered at her side as they all walked into the meeting. The corridors were wide and...
John walks over to the table where his friend Eric is sitting and puts 3 napkins in front of him on the table. "Read it and weep; three phone numbers from three very beautiful women all in just one trip over to the bar to order a drink." John said. "Big deal...phone numbers are easy. If you're so good do something that nobody else can." Eric said. "Like w...
Yup, another article written on how to save you money, but it's such an important topic that it's worth at least another look at. I realize a lot of folks are just now looking at how to save themselves some money but really I think we should just work the ideas into our everyday lives. What I'm going to discuss here is what should be a fairly simple way to p...
I am counting the days until I win the lottery. Any day now, I will hit the lottery. "What's the number? Does anyone know what the lottery number was last night?" I've been playing the same loser lottery number now for more than 25 years, ever since the stupid thing started. Over the years, I've won a few dozen free bets, I won $10.00 a few times, and, onc...
Editor's Note: This chapter contains graphic violence in service of the plot. Reader discretion is advised. * Chapter 13 September 1983 - A Myrtle Beach Motel "Tell me again how you're gonna do this," Conrad asked her. "I show up around three; Room 450," Leah answered. "I ask to see the money. There is supposed to be $300 grand -- preferably in hundred'...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * I've changed my mind about wanting to abolish the 2nd amendment, I need to buy a gun and join the NRA. Much in the way that Uncle Sam, the United States military, wants young men and women to join the Army, the Navy, the Marines, the Air Force, or the Coast Guard, America wants you. Much...
After Sally got back home, she dropped everything and plopped down on her bed, completely and utterly exhausted. Her phone beeped. Another text message, this time from Mr. BDSM; she still had the taste of his cum in her mouth. Although she had spent a good amount of time wiping up the semen he had shot into her, still traces of BDSM's load could be found...