GAMBLER S DEBT
She walked past me to the gaming tables and I got a second look at those brown eyes and a pretty face, before a whiff of her expensive perfume assailed my nostrils. I turned, just in time, to see her hips sway back and forth inside her tight fitting dress. The wolf (me) watched until she disappeared around a corner. Now the little head was doing the thinking, heh-heh. I wandered into the gaming room and saw her standing at the roulette wheel. Her modest pile of chips seemed to be dwindling...