“So what? What’s the harm?”
“I, I, I…I think I’d better go.”
“Would you like to come up to my suite for a while?”
“No! I, I…I can’t do that!”
“Why not? I’ll bet you ten to one that your pussy is sopping wet.”
“My husband. I can’t…I won’t…”
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“How do you…John will…”
“Maybe tomorrow night then,” Nick said with knowing smile.
“No!”
“You might.”
She desperately searched for an out. “Look Nick, it was really fun tonight, but I can’t possibly…”
“Come on, let’s go see how hubby is doing. Last time I checked he wasn’t doing too good. He’s desperate, and desperate men are foolish men.”
Judy suddenly felt very guilty. John was indeed desperate and she hadn’t been very supportive. He was trying to buy a little more time before the bank foreclosed on the house and all she wanted to do was make love.
“I better go find him and make sure he’s all right.”
“Sure doll, anything you want.”
Judy turned and rushed out the little theater alone.
*****
Down in the casino she went straightaway to the craps table. John wasn’t there. She looked about for a few minutes and decided
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“Damn it, John,” she muttered in disgust and disappointment. “Maybe tomorrow,” she wryly mused, her lips slightly twisted. Suddenly she felt a pang of regret for not taking
gay porn jobs up Nick’s offer. “Maybe tomorrow…”
Frustrated, she began undressing for bed.
“God damn! She’s gorgeous,” declared Desmond who was now monitoring Room 642.
*****
Judy buried her face in her pillow as she awoke from
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