After about three more hands, the two sharpies started having trouble winning. Conversely, the dealer and I started to win. Pretty soon, every corner ...of every card was frayed, and the game returned to normal. That's when it became a contest between me and the dealer as to who could win the greatest number of hands. The two sharpies had lost about $300 between them when they finally called it a night.They left the saloon, and the dealer reached over to shake my hand. "Thank ya, Sir. I knew that. . which they all seemed very, very proud of indeed.Those yellow gowns were soon revealing more than just bare chests and breasts. They were soon sliding down the thighs and legs of the girls and the boys while those same girls and boys continued their singing without skipping a beat. As those gowns glided down to the floor they revealed a whole array of young and very cute pubic regions to the audience. Those pubic regions had lovely little soft, triangular patches of pubic hair that matched. I closed the front door, but got no father then the hallway when there was a knock at the door. When I answered it there was a European man of about 24 years of age standing outside. He was dressed in black dress slacks, a dark forest green silk shirt opened to the chest and a black leather trench coat with matching boots. He had short wild brown hair, deep green eyes and a short haired beard. ”My name is Lucas. The Master sent me.” He spoke with a slight German accent. “Please come in.”I. Amazing how such seemingly small changes can lead to to such huge consequences!Jenny worked in ground handling at the airport, was single and a real 'party girl'. Most Fridays, Kate would go to Jenny's and do the rounds of the local pubs and nightclubs with Jenny and their friends and return to our house late Saturday after a night on the town, giggling like school girls. It was good to see Katie so happy in Jenny’s company. And so the story begins…Friday 4th February, 1994I was looking.