His car flew off the road into the trees, and Drake blacked out. He woke up to someone dragging him from the wreck. He hazily stared into the brown a...nd silver flecked eyes. ‘Whaaa…?’ He slurred. ‘Shhh, I’m taking you to the hospital, you’ll be okay.’ His head was starting to clear, and he glanced at the remains of his brand new Jeep. ‘Crapppp…’ ‘I’m sure your parents will just be glad you are okay.’ The stranger consoled him. Drake stared at her silver Lamborghini that had somehow escaped. Naked as well, from what I can see. The rhythmic tapping telling me she’s working on her laptop, maybe that’s what woke me. What’s she doing? An essay? Her dissertation? Maybe she’s on the website where we met. I choose to not lean over and check – more from my own laziness than any respect to her privacy. I look at the back of her head – her mid-length chestnut hair falling straight and loose, resting on her soft, fair skin. Her body describing a smooth arc to the sheet that obscures her. She drew first, and all "Push" hands went to the guest.Since "Winner's" tables were a rare event, available usually only when a dealer was under punishment, her table was invariably full with a line waiting. Most of the time, three out of her four seats beat her; frequently all four. The majority simply played for head, or a quick fuck in her cunt or ass. Many played for whipstrokes, or for slave-time to be used later.One interesting idea came from a female customer. She selected a large dildo. Then I went looking for ahelpful student in order to carry out my plans. Ifound one and with his help logged onto the computerand emailed back home to carroll1. At 10 o’clock sharp Matt logged onto carroll1 and westarted talking, as usual. He said he couldn’t wait tosee me. I typed, “Don’t,” got up, walked over by himand wrapped my arms around him from behind. As I letgo he turned to face me with a look of shock andsurprise, but mostly of joy. I couldn’t.