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All Bets are Final Dave had been losing at blackjack all night. He was down to his last few thousand dollars, and was only one losing hand away from quitting for the night. The three beers in his system might have been impairing his card-playing ability, but he still knew when to cut his losses.
"Dealer has 21," said the dealer, whom Dave called 'Mitch,' because he reminded him of his Uncle Mitch in Seattle. Dave let out a sigh of disgust as Mitch took up all the chips. He picked up his remaining winnings and dropped them into his pocket.
"That's it Mitch, I'm done," he muttered, nearly falling off his stool.
"Very well, sir," piped the cheerful dealer as he dealt new hands out to the remaining players.
Dave staggered through the Casino, rolling his eyes at the shrine to gambling. Slots rang to his left
The Remote: In a Flash Victor surfed through the channels with his remote in an endless search for something meaningful to watch. He would pause for several seconds on some channels, passing others without a second glance. It marveled him to think that out of 73 channels of programming, he could find nothing to watch.
His frustration finally peaked and he hit the power button, making the 42-inch screen go dark. He sighed and dropped the remote beside him. Rubbing his face with both hands, he pulled a modicum of gook from the corners of his eyes. After flicking the crud across the room, he rolled on his side and stared at his roommate.
Tyler was lying on his bed; glasses far down on his nose, holding a book in both hands. Victor never understood what seemed to fascinate his roommate about the written word. To him it was just boring. G
Getting in Shape - TG, Preg "Hey, Nick! Where's the peanut butter?!" Milton called from the kitchen. He'd only been in the house for a couple of days and hadn't figured out all the little places that Nick kept his snack foods. As he turned again, the knife slipped out of his hand and fell clattering to the floor. Bending down to get it, he was reminded of the roll of fat around his mid-section. He didn't feel out of shape, but he didn't look in shape either. It was probably just another one of the many reasons Katherine had dumped him.
Straightening up with a sigh, he shook his head at the thought. Katherine was the past, and he had to move on. Maybe if he worked out a little, he could shape up and get a new girlfriend; a better one. But right now he wanted a peanut butter and salsa sandwich to wake him up and clear his sinuses.
Purebred BitchLillian woke up early and slipped carefully out of bed so not to wake Morton. He liked to get a full night's sleep and hated to be interrupted.
She went into the bathroom and pulled the test she'd bought out from behind the cleaning supplies under the sink. Reading the instructions, she did as directed and waited. She hoped and prayed that it would finally be positive so she could proceed with the next phase in her life. The minutes seemed like hours before the test finally gave up it's result. Lillian smiled wide.
Getting another box from under the sink, she took it's contents back into the bedroom with her. Moving quietly over to her husband, she slipped it around his neck and closed it. He shifted slightly but didn't wake up. Smiling, Lillian moved to the other side of the bed and eased herself onto the mattress.
Watching Morton for a minute or so, she soon noticed some signs that the transformat
Call for a Change: Prom Date Jesse was on his way to the bar when his cell phone rang.
"Apricot Parmesan," the voice said. Jesse's eyes glazed over and he sat up straight, but still continued to drive safely. "Go to the corner of Lincoln and Amhurst. Park anywhere you can."
Following the orders, Jesse took the next right and headed into the Spring Gardens suburb, seeming to know where to go by instinct. Coming to the shady intersection, he turned onto Amhurst and parked near the corner.
"Turn into a short, 17-year-old, redheaded girl named Martha Finkle. You're wearing a lime green prom dress and heels," the voice said.
Jesse's form diminished from 5'10" to 5'1" while his waist narrowed, his hips widened and his just puffed out. His long-sleeve shirt shrank away from dainty hands and arms, forming a sp
Call for a Change: Blind Date Jesse had just sat down with a bowl of soup when his cell phone rang.
"Apricot Parmesan," the voice said, and blank expression washed over Jesse's face.
"Go outside to the parking lot," came the emotionless instructions. Jesse obeyed blindly as he'd been programmed. With his steaming soup sitting on the coffee table and the television still on, he left his apartment. Trundling down two flights of stairs, he pushed through the glass entry doors and followed the sidewalk to the small parking lot next to the building.
"Stand in a parking space," the voice said. Jesse robotically walked to the nearest open parking space.
"Turn into a red, 2008 Camaro Super Sport. Close the cell phone."
Programmed to do as he was told, Jesse snapped the phone shut and knelt do
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