I was sweating and trying to shout as I woke up and found myself in a dark bedroom. The dream had seemed so real, and the pain of losing Maggie felt ...like I had been stabbed in the heart. I took a few moments to calm down and for my breathing to become less laboured. I tried to process what had happened in my dream. The hotel was a real place. We had stayed there a couple of years ago. We had met Sue and Geoff. We had relaxed by the pool. The rest of the events involving Maggie and the. She liked the three guards, Stephen, Dominic, and Mary, though she was jealous of her. Max was in pain just breathing so they couldn’t sleep together. On one of his better days, she was helping him with his required walks, one every other hour.“I’m very glad that you decided to become my Florence Nightingale. You must feel very safe knowing I can’t run after you.”“There is that but, on the downside, you can’t lift me up and fuck me like in the hotel room. Not that I’d stop you, but I would. "Steve, Sue, and Wanda, wanted to play in a buy-in tournament, while Lisa, Mercy, and I went to the high stakes Texas Hold 'em table. As we sat, the other players were almost sneering at the country bumpkins sitting down to play with the big boys. They all made a big deal out of telling us the minimum to buy in would be a million in chips. We three looked at each other and put most of our chips in carriers before setting up five million each in chips. That changed the flavor and attitude real. See I’m a machinist/mechanic which basically means I can fix anything from cars to boats. So for my job if there's nothing to fix get paid for sitting on my ass and doing nothing. Work couldn't end fast enough I kept on kicking my self for leaving two strangers alone in my house. Finally my boss took pity on me and sent me home and told me he would call me if they needed me. I rushed home and pulled up and noticed I had only been gone an hour so I decided to sneak in if they were robbing me I.