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That’s what it says on the big poster in the lift lobby of my apartment building. “All residents are invited to an evening of fun and games in my apartment at nine this evening. Bring a bottle with you. Apt 503.” That’s Tammy, the widow who lives in the very exclusive penthouse. I’ve only been in there once and I remember that there is a huge fireplace in the huge living room. I couldn’t wait to go. I took a bottle of a very expensive ‘87 dry Red with me and I zoomed upwards in the elevator like a space shot to the 50th floor. The elevator arrives in the living room. All I see as the doors open are computers everywhere all logged into online casinos. A few early arrivals are standing around. The fire is blazing away and the room is already warm. The view through the 360 degree windows is breathtaking. Wow! I decide to follow the noise and see where the loudest action is and of course I arrive at the craps table where there is lot of yelling and shouting going on. This computer is near the fireplace and the air is already hot. The blond that I recognize from the 10th floor has shucked her wrap and is standing in a very thin and see-through thing that is attracting a lot of attention. I join the game and start betting, one eye firmly fixed on the blond who is now telling everyone how warming online gambling is for the soul. I wait for further developments but nothing happens. I also lose my first ten bets, so I wander over to where they are playing roulette. The apartment is now full, the wine is flowing freely and the temperature has risen through the roof. All sorts of extra and unwanted clothing is off and the living room has developed pool-side atmosphere with lots of bare skin in sight. Things at the online roulette table are good and I make a couple of quick single number hits to keep me interested in the game, but its getting difficult to keep one’s eye on the ball, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I’m warm! Posted on: January 8, 2008
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