"You fucking prick! Get your ass back here and get back in position," Max shouted into his microphone. Everyone but Vlad had reluctantly broken off th...e chase and returned to their assigned positions. Max knew they were pissed at him for breaking off the chase, but he didn't want to fight the Driscol bitch on her own terms. She would have to come to him. Vlad was not a crucial part of the ambush, but Max could not tolerate disorder. He watched Vlad's red scarf disappear into the trees. No more. Too drunk to pull herself up, she lay there in the dirt, knowing her shorts had ridden up, feeling the cool summer air on her ass cheeks that were poking out from the bottom of her shorts. Strong, calloused hands lifted her into the man’s arms. They were muscular and felt amazing holding her tight. * Livvy opened her heavy eyes not sure where she was. She looked around, beginning to worry. Last night was a blur. She vaguely remembered being on her face in the dirt and someone picking her up.. From the first few hands it was evident this gal was an experienced and talented player. She had basic strategy down pat, never making a wrong move. She was alternating her bets from twenty-five up to the table maximum of two hundred. I was impressed.As we played, I was checking her out, without trying to be too obvious. I would estimate her to be around my age, of late forties to early fifties. She was also about my height, which was above average for a woman. She was on the larger side. Not,. Even the clubs we visited had strict VIP sections. No lines or wading through the masses. The Met was okay and don’t get me started on impressionism or abstract art. All the modern stuff looked like recycled trash or an epileptic with paint tubes. The stuff they tried to pass off as sculpture showed some technical skill, but nothing remotely artistic. Give me a good old fashioned Dutch master or the ancients and their works.” Narrowing her eyes in accusation, “Have you started Aphrodite’s.