Celeste Jones The Long Arm of the Law And Other Short Stories [DaD] (pdf)

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behind her back to unhook the golden camisole and
placed the other half of Wendy s outfit on top of the
previously discarded skirt. Then Charles ran a lazy
finger from the pulse beating at the base of his
wife s throat to the rosy peak of her left breast.
Wendy s nipple flowered against his fingertip, and
she leaned into his touch with a soft moan.
Wendy clasped her hands around her husband s
neck as he stood with her cradled in his arms. She
expected him to lay her across the large bed so she
was surprised when he headed toward the door.
But, when he carried her into the kitchen, she knew
what he had in mind.
The cool Formica felt good against the heat of
Wendy s rump, and she reached out to help her
husband remove his clothes. Charles gently laid his
wife back against the kitchen table, his warm breath
caressed her ear and he said, Let s make some
magic the old fashioned way.
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Marcie s Luck Runs Out
Marcie looked out the window of the plane and
marvelled at the pyramid. She couldn t believe that
they d built the airport so close to it. It really was
an architectural wonder. She hoped that she d get a
chance to explore its interior.
She reached to her right and squeezed Daric s
hand. She could see her husband s eyes sparkle
with anticipation as he looked out the window too.
Marcie tried not to gawk like a tourist, but she
really couldn t help herself. Further down from the
pyramid she saw a castle. Then there was the
Empire State building and if she craned her neck to
the far left she could see the Eiffel Tower.
Her first trip to Las Vegas and Marcie couldn t be
more excited.
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The cab driver gave them the grand tour---and
padded his fare---by driving them down the strip
rather than using the side streets to get them to
their hotel. As he drove, he gave them a running
commentary on the casinos and their histories.
Mandalay Bay is the place you want to go if you
like music. They ve got The House of Blues there.
You ll want to be sure to catch the water show at
the Bellagio and the pirate fight at Treasure Island.
How long are you folks going to be here?
Just for a long weekend, Daric answered. Our
anniversary, he said and smiled at his wife.
Good for you, the cabbie said. No better place
to have some fun and maybe raise a little hell than
right here in Las Vegas. And remember, he said
with a grin what happens here stays here.
Daric and Marcie laughed and the taxi pulled to
the curb in front of their hotel.
Marcie was mesmerized by the lobby of the
hotel. It was hard to call it a lobby since nearly all
that she could see where slot machines and lights.
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The line to check in was long, and she and Daric
took their place at the end.
Why don t you go and try your luck while I wait
in line? Daric handed his wife a twenty-dollar bill
and nodded toward the bank of slot machines that
were positioned nearby.
Marcie was hesitant. She d never gambled
before. But the whirring wheels, lights, and bells
were very alluring. She walked to the nearest
machine and slipped the twenty into the payment
slot. The machine lit up and she saw that she had
eighty credits on the twenty-five cent machine.
Marcie took a moment to become familiar with the
machine then hit the spin button.
The wheels spun. Bar, double bar, blank. Marcie
looked up at the payout list on the machine and saw
that her spin was a loser. She hit the button again.
She got two cherries and the machine credited her
with two quarters. Marcie clapped her hands in front
of herself with pleasure and looked over at Daric to
see if he d noticed her win. He had. Daric smiled at
his wife and gave her the thumbs up.
Marcie turned back to the machine. She
continued to hit the spin button and watch the
wheels turn. She noticed that with each stop of the
reels her heart gave a small lurch. Bar, bar, bar.
Marcie looked at the machine and saw that she d
won twenty quarters. Five whole dollars. She was
thrilled. She looked over at Daric. He d moved
closer to the reception desk and couldn t see her.
She turned back to the machine. Her machine.
Feeling bold, Marcie hit the max bet button
and increased her bet from one quarter per spin to
three. She set the reels in motion. Bar, blank,
blank. By now Marcie knew that was a losing spin.
She hit the button again.
Double bar, double bar, double bar. A winner.
Marcie won eighty quarters. She d doubled her
initial investment, and they weren t even officially
checked in to the hotel yet. Marcie grinned and
spun again.
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Red seven. Marcie sat up straighter in her chair.
Red seven. Marcie s eyes grew wide and she held
her breath. Her heart was pounding. Double bar.
She exhaled and felt dejected. So close. Wouldn t [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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