That money meant I didn’t have to start a career right after school. Again I was lucky because I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do with my li...fe. It wasn’t that I was drifting, I just hadn’t decided what to do with my life. A BS in education would insure that I could get a job in whatever part of the country I landed in and the trust fund meant I wouldn’t starve to death. I knew how lucky I was to be on my own and not have to worry too much about the future. My best friend and running. She sat silently sobbing. Her sleek legs clad in tan sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose were openly exposed; the gusset of her hose had a gaping hole torn in them and her little white nylon panties with the pictures of pussycats on them were clearly visible through the tattered nylon.Her small titties barely filled her white lace brassiere which was decorated with the matching pussycat print of her panties, and her skinny ribs expanded and contracted as she sobbed."How's the view?" Steve smiled. It was my brother Butch. I hit the button on my dash that connected the call.“They just left,” he told me, “The bitches hardly said a word...”“Just stick to the plan brother, we got this,” I replied.“Why would she do this man?” he asked me, “I mean, I thought we had a good thing going.”“Who knows? All I know is that I am going to focus on Blake and you are going to focus on Sara and the rest of them can go to hell,” I replied.“Yeah, my baby is going to be devastated when she finds out we are. With two cards down and three up there was already almost $200 in the pot. The source of the betting was the Don and Sam. Don had two Queens and a Jack showing. Sam had two Aces and a Six on the table. The others had been paying to stay in the game, hoping to draw a better hand. With the next card Big John, Joe and Papa Fred folded. Sam got another six and Don got a two.Sam laid out fifty dollars and Don matched and bumped another $75. Sam matched the bet with some concern. He still had plenty.