"Still could do all of us twice a day." There were several heads nodding around the dining room table. "Three times if he started before breakfast."DJ... sat back and thought. There was a reason to tell her this. There was a reason for everything. Once you understand it, you own it, Uncle John used to tell her.And once you own it, you can use it.Uncle John had died two years ago. In his will, he'd left all of his assets in a complicated trust that made his staff equal beneficiaries until DJ turned. After the break, Bill?s ?luck? changed and he began winning. Foolishly he won every hand from that point on. After an hour he was up $2,000 and that would have been plenty to stave off his bookie and catch up on other immediate debts. Like most gambling addicts his need overrode his intellect, he pushed on to ?get well.?Suddenly Buster swore and halted the play with the pot of that hand at almost $1,000.Everyone had folded except Bill, Buster and Jim. Buster, calming down, said, ?Jim, let me. By the way, the thing about his friends totally took me by surprise. He never mentioned that.”“Sweetheart, don't be angry with me, but I can't agree to his proposal. You're the most precious thing in my life, and the risk is too much.” “Then that's it. The answer is no! I think you should call him, if that's your decision. I support it!”“Okay, I will, but I'm still bothered by what you said last night when you said things could not go back to normal. What does that mean?” “You know what I mean.. I began to stroke a few putts into my practice cup. My partner had told me that I was holding my hands too high so I began to experiment with holding my hands at different positions on the grip – sometimes higher, sometimes lower. As I slowly slid my hands up and down across the surface of the grip a wicked thought flashed through my mind – the second I was aware of it I felt my heart quicken, my pussy widen and my juices begin to flow - I knew I had to do it…..I was wearing a short black.