We’re poor Colt. We don’t matter. She’s over eighteen. No one fucking gives a rat’s ass,” she dropped her head in her hands on the table, �...�No one gives a shit. God I love the kid; she’s like my own,” almost wild eyed she looked up again, “I wish,” she looked at her son, “My sister, I hate her, but you know that. Chelsea, she’ll never, she won’t ... it’s you son. Colt you’ve got to do something.”Colt sat there and stared at his mother. She was right; he’d thought about it before, thought about. ‘The bull’s dead, no need to kill him again Tony,’ said one of his mates as they watched Tony dig the bar several times near the edge of the sheer bank, scoured by floods over the centuries before the river bed moved farther out to the west. Tony heaved and triggered a small landslide of grit and stones that covered the carcass. ‘Well done,’ Irene said, beaming and looking very attractive. ‘Kiss, kiss,’ chanted the guys so Irene kissed him. A few minutes later Tony switched off the engine and. I enjoyed watching her playing it in the sunlight, seeing her waist long blond hair fan-out around her and her green eyes sparkle in the sunlight. I watched her for about a minute before walking through the gate and waiting for her to see me. She saw me quickly, and skipped up to me with a grin on her face. Hey Damie, will you wait while I get my stuff? she asked. Sure, Sash. I replied. She grinned again, and hurried to the cloakroom to get her bag. We left, and decided to get a drink from the. It didn’t sound that exciting really. We entered and I bought $500 worth of chips. I liked having a credit card that I wouldn’t get a bill for. I gave the chips to Roscoe and did as he asked. He lost, then he won, then he lost again. Frankly I was getting bored. Then he had a big win several times and had $5,000 on the table in front of him. “One more roll” he said and turned to me. “Lisa, what number should I bet on?” I was a bit stunned. He wanted me to bet $5,000. Oh wow. “Taking a deep.