The Dealer
The Dealer By Morpheus Martin Hanson sat back in his deck chair and stared at the swimming pool in front of him, though he had no intention of climbing into it at the moment, even if he was wearing his swum trunks. Instead, he looked into the water and wished that he was at the beach instead, or just about anywhere else. At sixteen years old, Martin had his license and was old enough to make his own vacation plans, or at least, he thought he was. His parents, however,...