...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Chapter 32


"Welcome to Tucson." Drew said softly into my ear.

"Hmmm?" I blinked around sleepily and sat up with a stretch. "Oh, I fell
asleep."

"Just a little while." He smiled and we were stopped. "I was falling asleep
myself. Come on we'll get a little breakfast and then get a little bed."

"A big bed." I grinned. "A big breakfast too."

We were at a place called the Cactus Ranch, which was hardly that. It was a
two floor motel painted cactus green and a neon lit diner dressed in
pink. The sun was just coming up to the east and we'd been driving at least
five hours or so. It felt good just walking around.

There was a sign in the window of the diner I'd never seen before.

"Niggers Welcome." I read it aloud and looked at Drew as he reached for the
handle. "What's that mean?"

"Means they don't segregate." Drew said with a little smile, like I should
have known that. "There aren't enough slaves around to justify the expense
for small places like this."

"Oh." I smiled. "So it's a little warning for the white folks."

"Yeah, I guess. Or the blacks maybe." Drew laughed, holding the door open
for me and bell tinkled above my head. "In a nice way though."

"Mornin'. Seat yourselves." A red haired woman called out and she was
taking someone's order at the counter. "I'll be right with you."

We did just that, taking a booth away from the windows. It wasn't an overly
large place, but they had some dozen customers and I was the only black
face in there. Some men gave me some looks, but otherwise nobody seemed to
care one way or the other. There was an old fashioned jukebox against the
far wall, silent this morning, and every booth had a little music selector
in it, a half round box with a knob on top and buttons like the jukebox. I
hadn't seen one of those before and I giggled, flipping through the CD
covers, but I didn't want to hear any music at five thirty in the morning.

"You know something I was thinking about?" Drew asked after the waitress
had brought us some water, poured some coffee first thing, and left some
menus in our hungry hands.

"Hotcakes?" I grinned at him, pulling some black hair out of my eyes.

"Uh, no." He smiled. "I was thinking if, uh, you don't have a tattoo
anymore..."

"What?" I looked up from the menu.

"...You're about as free as a black girl can be." Drew said softly, leaning
across the table a little. "I mean it's just something to think about."

"I like being a slave. I'm not ashamed of it at all." I told him. "Not like
some of those niggers you see on TV sometimes, you know, going to
rehabilitation and such?"

"I know." He nodded. "I think it's good, you being a slave and I admire
your devotion, I do."

"Then what are you trying to say?" I giggled.

"I don't know." Drew shrugged. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I wish
you were my slave."

"Mmmm..." I smiled and rocked on the fake red leather bench seat, nodding
with my whole body. "Would you whip me?"

"If you were a bad, I would." He shrugged, taking me seriously. "I wouldn't
like doing it, but that's part of it."

"My Master wouldn't ever whip me, I don't think." I sighed.

"No matter what?" Drew narrowed his eyes and they were a lot softer, warmer
now that we were someplace else, it seemed to me.

"Well, I don't know." I admitted. "I think he'd sell me before he whipped
me, to tell the truth."

"That ain't right." Drew shook his head.

"He loves me." I said. "He'd marry me if he could. I'm his mistress more
than his slave, not even really a bedroom negra. It's like we really are
married mostly."

"Marrying a slave is foolish, if you want my honest opinion." Drew looked
up as the red headed woman was back and we ordered our food.

"Well, he can't marry me." I said after she was gone, taking the laminated
menus with her.

"Right, but even talking about it, like pretending you could?" Drew shook
his head. "It's okay to love a slave, I mean it really is. Like loving
anything else, you know? But it's not the same as loving someone your own
color."

"You don't think people can fall in love?" I asked him. "I mean, forget
color and whatever, just people. They can't fall in love?"

"They can, yeah." Drew shrugged. "And they do, but that don't make it
right. People do all sorts of foolish stuff."

"Maybe they don't have any choice in it." I said. "Like me being mostly a
girl, it's in my genes. Maybe love's like that too."

"Maybe." Drew allowed. "But everybody's got a choice too. You got a choice
and your owner too. Love's the same way."

"Yeah, I know." I smiled, not feeling like I had much choice at all
really. "So you wouldn't spoil me at all then?"

"Well, I dunno." Drew grinned. "Define spoil for me."

"Ohhhh...Like buy me fancy clothes, nice jewelry..."

"That ain't spoiling you. He still owns that stuff, come on...What do you
really mean?"

"Well." I took a sip of water. "What about like sharing the same bedroom,
you know, like permanently? Even after you marry a white woman."

"You share his bedroom?" Drew looked at me.

"Yeah." I giggled. "His big bathroom too. It's like, our room."

"Yeah, that's too much." The man nodded. "Where's his wife sleep?"

"In another room." I shrugged. "She's a little different anyway though."

"Heh!" Drew snorted with a grin. "I guess so. Shoot, that is spoiled."

"Yeah." I nodded. "It made me bad at first, like really bad. I almost had
one of the house niggers whipped cause he wouldn't fuck me."

"What?" Drew stared at me.

"Yeah, I swear. I was mad and my Master was gonna do it too." I was
giggling and we both knew it hadn't been funny at the time, but that had
been a long time before so it was okay.

"I'd have whipped you just for thinking you could get away with something
like that."

"Mmmm..." I sighed. "...Yeah, he shoulda whipped me for that."

"Anyway, slavery wasn't meant for the bedroom anyways." Drew said. "Not
even for households, really. A slave's gotta pay for himself somehow and,
well, like you..."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you're a bedroom negra. How much money do you make for your master?"
He looked at me and we knew the answer. "None at all. If every white man in
the South had a bedroom negra, shit, the whole country would collapse."

"It would not!" I laughed at him.

"Hell yeah it would." He nodded. "Think about it, it'd be like feeding a
couple million people who didn't grow anything. Didn't make anything or
build anything. All they do is consume and..."

"Fuck?" I stuck my tongue out at him.

"...Look pretty." Drew chuckled. "Can't run a country on looking pretty."

"Hollywood does." I giggled.

"Yeah, but there aren't a lot of slaves in Hollywood." Drew said. "Not a
lot of black people at all. How many black actors do you know in Hollywood?
They're the racist ones, but they're always pointing a finger at us."

"Yeah." I agreed with that. "They are a bunch of hypocrites. I heard it's
because black folks don't go to movies as much as white folks. They just
want to make money."

"Yeah, well, maybe if they had some good black actors more black people
would go." Drew shrugged.

"Nashville has a lot of black actors, good ones too." I nodded. "Yeah, see,
nobody gets that do they?"

"What's that?"

"Like other countries, even the North, they figure all the white people
hate the black people here." I said. "And the other way around too."

"It's not like that." Drew frowned.

"I know." I said hastily. "I'm just saying other places think it has to be
cause of slavery and segregation and all that stuff. Like it's bad or
something."

"Yeah." Drew was nodding.

"Every white person I every met liked black people just fine, I mean on the
whole." I looked at Drew. "Don't you think so?"

"Yeah, I agree with you." The man shrugged. "We need black people,
everybody knows that. We wouldn't have anything if it wasn't for slaves,
they're as much a part of the country as anybody."

"I know it." I smiled. "So that's why it's okay spoiling a few bedroom
negras, right?"

"Ohhhh..." Drew laughed at me. "...That's your whole argument there? And
you got me agreeing with you too, huh?"

"No, I don't know." I shrugged. "I'm just saying slaves are like anybody
else, you got some in the lower class, and some in the middle class, and
you have a few in the upper class."

"Like you." It was Drew's turn to stick his tongue out at me and the
waitress was right there to give him a funny look.

"Yeah." I nodded happily. "Like me."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Well, it isn't the biggest bed." Drew smiled at me. "But it'll do."

He'd gotten us a motel room after breakfast and now we were in it. It was
small and cheap, but clean at least and smelling of pine oil. It made my
nose itch

"Yeah, it'll do." I grinned, just about jumping onto the soft mattress. "We
need to get you some clothes."

"Yeah, I shoulda gone home and got some stuff before leaving." He shrugged.

He was just wearing his brown uniform trousers and a white t-shirt. He'd
left all his deputy stuff back at the station, including his gun, although
Drew had considered bringing it. I'd said no to that though, there was too
much badness waiting to happen there and we needed all the goodness we
could get.

"Come on over here now, see if you can get these buttons undone for me." I
smiled, biting my bottom lip as I lay there.

"Oh? You having a hard time reaching those?" Drew laughed because all the
buttons were on the front of my dress.

"Uh-Huh." I nodded slowly.

Not so long later we were naked on that bed and that was nice. Drew's body
was firm, muscular and hard, and I enjoyed feeling him under my hands and
against my breasts. He lay on top of me, with my long brown legs spread
around his hips, kissing my mouth while I caressed his neck and back. The
man's cock was wonderfully thick, hot and strong with his desire, and he
worked it against my own smaller penis. He enjoyed that as much as anything
else, I suspected. Just that new experience of his nice stiff cock riding
along mine, was making him hot and the man had been dreaming of this since
he hit puberty, most likely

"Jesus, you're so sexy." He breathed, our bodies moving against each other
as if we were making love. "I never thought I'd find a girl I liked."

I giggled at that and kissed him lightly, stroking his short brown hair
with my fingertips.

"I want to make love to you." Drew said softly. "Okay?"

"Yeah, it's okay." He really was like a little boy right then and I found
it seriously sweet. "Put it in me...It's okay."

He'd never had sex before, which seemed almost unreasonable to me. Drew was
twenty-one years old and a virgin. I had to remind myself that the world,
the real world, wasn't very much like mine at all in a lot of ways. I was a
slave and a bedroom negra and I did things that a lot of people couldn't
even imagine, and probably they didn't want to. People who lived normal
lives, working and going to school and looking for a person to love. I
missed that sometimes, but mostly I found it pretty amusing how I'd been so
innocent before I'd met Mr. Reiser and become his slave.

"Is it going to hurt?" Drew asked me and I was reaching under my right leg
as I lifted it high, finding his turgid penis with my hand and guiding him
to my boy pussy.

"No, it's going to feel really good." I promised.

"I don't want to hurt you." He said seriously and his brown eyes searched
mine.

"Shhh...Trust me, okay?" I giggled. "I want to feel you inside me."

I thought he was probably the first virgin who'd ever fucked me and it was
cute, but almost teasing in a way as well. I really just wanted the boy to
push his cock inside me, to hold me tight and fuck me hard, but I had to be
patient. Drew wanted me to like him, and so he wanted me to like our sex,
as if there was any way I wouldn't. That was okay though, it was making my
heart skip a beat every now and again just because nobody had ever showed
this much concern over fucking me, not even my Master the first time we'd
done it, when he'd taken my virginity.

"I feel it." He smiled and blinked his eyes rapidly, licking his lips and I
nodded.

"Push now, slowly...Just push your cock inside..." I whispered and his
cockhead was already stretching my sphincter and then I felt my anus being
forced slowly open as the man sought entry into my body.

"Ohhhh..." He swallowed hard and I wrapped my legs around Drew's waist as
his cockhead slipped easily past the tight ring of my asshole.

"Yeah...That's nice..." I sighed. "..."Keep going, fill me up with your big
cock. Put it all the way inside me now, fuck me with it...Fuck me..."

I dug my heels into the small of his back and pulled at the man's
shoulder's with my hands. I kept my eyes on his, staring into him as I felt
his swollen member making a home out of my tight rectum. It was a good fit
as Drew wasn't overly long, but thick enough so it really felt good for
me. I liked having my asshole stretched by a strong man and he was moving
slowly, sawing his cock in and out of me as his instincts finally overcame
his inexperience. Everybody knows how to fuck.

"Dani...God, you're so hot inside..." Drew groaned and he was balls deep by
then, as far inside me as he could get, and holding himself there so he
could kiss me.

I sucked his tongue lazily, making sure it was a deep, romantic kiss. The
best kiss Drew had ever had in his life to go along with the new pleasure
of having his cock buried inside my ass. I held his mouth to mine, refusing
to let him go, like I wanted to kiss him forever, and he finally just
started moving for me. We made out while we fucked, which really is the
best way to do it the first time you make love. Joined with our lips and
with our bodies, being overwhelmed with not just the physical pleasure, but
the emotional joy as well, it was awesome.

We were making love right then and we knew it.

"Yeah...uh...Harder, like that..." I nodded and we were both hot and
breathless, panting for air and smiling after our long kiss.

"Like this? Is that good?" Drew asked and I giggled happily, moving my ass
beneath him, rolling my hips as best I could and enjoying his not
unpleasant weight upon my body.

"Yeah." I agreed. "Like that...Make me cum with your big hard cock in my
ass."

"Ummm..." He laughed lightly and widened his eyes. "...You're gonna cum?"

"Oh yeah, it feel good." I told him and my girl cock was trapped between
us, just the way I liked it.

The erotic intimacy of our bodies moving together felt very good for me and
my penis throbbed with the pleasure of it, leaking precum to stain our
stomachs, and I used my legs and arms to keep the pressure on me. I liked
the feel of Drew's smooth chest against my aching tits, his hot flesh
rubbing my swollen nipples and adding fuel to the fire in my belly. I could
feel his heavy balls, soft and lightly furred in his sack. When he'd go
deep inside me, they'd press against my ass for a brief second and then
he'd pull back so he could do it again.

I was going to cum very soon and the only question was if I could hold out
long enough for Drew to join me. He was getting close as well and that
wasn't surprising I suppose, given it was the first time he ever had real
sex with anyone. He was pumping me harder with nice long strokes, working
his dick in and out of my boy pussy like we'd been doing it forever. I
squeezed my ass around him, flexing my soft little muscles the way I'd
learned to do it over the previous two years of pleasuring my Master. I
wasn't exactly sure what it felt like, but I knew it had to be good and
Drew was scrunching up his handsome face, closing his eyes and trying very
hard to hold his rapture back.

"I'm gonna cum!" I whispered urgently. "Fuck me Drew, cum with me. I want
to feel you cumming in my ass...Ohhhh fuck..."

I groaned softly and pulled the boy hard against me as my cock pulsed
between our bodies, trapped and hot and damp, spilling my semen across our
joined flesh. That was all it took for Drew, my ass contracting hard around
him with every beat of my excited heart. A few seconds later he gasped,
thrusting his cock into me with short quick strokes, keeping his cockhead
as deep as he could while his balls unleashed his climax into my burning
rectum.

"Mmmphhh..." I was kissing him again, making love with our mouths while his
passion filled my body with a warmth that was like nothing else in the
world.

It was really good sex, lasting just ten minutes at the very most, but that
was okay. We'd take a little breather and smile and kiss and then do it
again, I was sure. The second time around, he'd last longer and that would
be really great, riding his cock until we were dying to cum. I planned on
fucking the boy until his balls were empty and then falling asleep in his
strong arms, feeling myself full of his seed. It made me feel complete
somehow and it really was my favorite thing in the world, being full of a
man's sperm and held safe and warm by someone who loved me.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"So you think women should be able to vote?" I asked and we were driving
east into the dark after sleeping all day and having some dinner at the
diner.

"Sure, why not? They have jobs, some of them, they pay taxes." Drew
shrugged. "They could do it before the war anyways, it didn't hurt
anything."

"That would be weird." I thought out loud. "But not slaves though, right?"

"No, not slaves." He shook his head.

"What about abortion?"

"I don't know, it sorta depends on the reason."

"Yeah." I nodded. "It's legal in Tennessee, but only for slaves."

"I think it's like that most places." Drew nodded. "White women know better
anyway."

"You think so?" I laughed. "There's a lot of them sneak in though."

"What?" He looked at me. "White women getting abortions?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "The ones with nigger babies in their bellies."

"How do you know?"

"This girl I know, her mistress had like three abortions." I told him
truthfully. "Everytime she'd make the appointment for the negra, acting
like she was bringing the girl in for the abortion, but it was really for
that white woman."

"Really?" Drew snorted softly. "That happen a lot?"

"Probably." I shrugged. "There's a club in Memphis for white women and
about all they do is have sex with niggers. They call it a social club, but
it's just a bunch of rich women having sex mostly."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I've been there before. I've seen it." I said. "There's one for men
too, that's where my Master brings me mostly."

"Do the men at the club, do they know you're not a real girl?" Drew asked.

"Some of them." I nodded. "There's fags there, it's like the only place
they can relax, you know? The South has all those laws about what you can
do, and who you can love and stuff..."

"Yeah, we got a few." Drew smiled.

"...Sometimes people just have to relax or they go a little crazy, I
think." I laid myself down on the big seat, putting my head on Drew's lap
while he drove.

"That could be true." The boy stroked my hair.

"I mean, I know the bible says God made men and women to be fruitful and
all, so boys ain't supposed to love each other, but God sure did make me
queer." I looked up at him. "You too, right?"

"Yeah, He did." Drew took a breath. "I didn't ask for it."

"Neither did my Master." I agreed. "Or Miss Corinne, my Mistress. She's
queer too, except she's got a woman's body, so it mostly works out okay for
her."

"What?" Drew laughed.

"Never mind." I giggled. "She's a mite complicated. You'll see when you
meet her."

"I'll take your word for that, Danielle." He nodded.

"Anyway..." I sighed and we just rode in silence for a little bit and that
didn't bother us at all. We were comfortable together.

It was a short night of driving for us, as Drew thought we should stop in
El Paso. It was a long ways across southern Texas, he told me, and the next
decent sized city was a good six hours away maybe, across the desert. Some
four and a half hours was far enough for me anyway. I'd been doing a lot of
sitting since the afternoon Mr. Davis had stolen me from school.

"Let's go do something!" I grinned at Drew, bouncing my butt on the bed in
our new motel room like I couldn't sit still. It wasn't even midnight yet
and we'd slept all day.

"What do you feel like doing?" He asked and I kind of shrugged, because I
didn't know. "You like dancing?"

"Yeah, that'd be fun." I nodded. "You think there's a place we can go?"

"Hmmm...I dunno, we'll ask around."

He looked down at himself and he still didn't have any decent clothes, just
wearing that bottom half of his deputy's uniform and a t-shirt. I started
digging through my suitcase and I wondered if my pink short shorts were
clean enough for me to wear. I loved those things.

"Wherever we go, I reckon it'll have to be informal." Drew chuckled.

"Yeah, probably have to go to the dark side of town." I agreed. "That be
okay for you?"

"Wherever." Drew shrugged. "I'm from Winslow, remember? We only had one
side of town there and it was closed after the sun went down."

I giggled at that and decided my shorts were too dirty. I found a new
skirt, a light blue one with the price tag still attached, and it was loose
and long and pleated, coming down to my knees. It looked nice though and I
had a skimpy yellow halter top to go with it. Drew watched me get dressed
and I wiggled my eyebrows at him as I took off my clothes, getting naked
and then stepping into the skirt.

"I ain't wearing panties tonight." I grinned at him and I could see he was
getting a little hard-on in his trousers. "No bra neither."

"I guess not." Drew nodded slowly. "You just be careful how you sit."

"Heh." I stuck my tongue out at him. "I've been careful sitting since I was
born."

"Oh?"

"It never did me much good." I giggled. "Least not after I became a bedroom
negra."

I made my face up pretty, as much as I could with the little bit of makeup
I had with me, but I didn't need a lot anyway. Seventeen year old girls
rarely do. I brushed my thick black hair, pulling it back into a loose
ponytail and just using a rubber band to hold it. My top was small, but it
was supposed to be, exposing my tummy and the tops of my dark breasts. My
nipples were pretty plain too, being so dark as hey were, like black and a
bit itchy and swollen as I got myself ready. My girl cock was trying to
rise as well, and that was going to be okay, I thought. The skirt was loose
enough, and the pleats helped hide what was going on between my thighs.

"How do I look?" I asked, posing for Drew about twenty minutes later and he
was happy.

"Like a beautiful young woman." He licked his lips. "If I didn't know
better..."

"What?" I grinned at his sigh.

"...You wouldn't interest me at all."

"Huh?" I made a face at him. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Coming from me it is." He nodded.

"You got a funny way of talking, Drew." I shook my head, "And I don't just
mean that cowboy accent of yours either."

"My accent? I don't have one." He was opening the door for me so we could
step outside. "You're the one sounds like you just walked off a plantation
someplace."

"I did!" I laughed. "Sorta."

The clerk working the motel was a young black boy and so I went inside the
office while Drew started up his truck.

"Hi." I smiled at him and he was about Drew's age maybe.

"Uh, hi." The nigger smiled back and set his book down, a text book it
looked like, and I wondered if he wasn't a college boy or something.

"What you reading?" I asked, just cause was curious.

"Huh? Oh, chemistry." He shrugged. "I have a test tomorrow."

"For college?"

"Yes ma'am." He smiled.

"Cool." I nodded. "Are you freeborn?"

"Yeah, my family owns this motel." He said.

"Is that right?" I probably looked a little surprised. "That's really
cool."

"It's okay." The boy shrugged, but he knew it was more than that.

Freeborn blacks really were the minority and I knew he was pretty proud of
it. If I wasn't so young and pretty just then, he'd have been looking down
his nose at a slave like me, since that's what I had to be, traveling with
Drew like I was. I was tempted to tell him I was freeborn too, but that
would have opened up a lot of questions and probably he wouldn't have
believed me anyways. Like me and Mr. Davis, Drew was my master so far as
anyone could know. Getting a motel room with a negra you didn't own was
illegal and downright immoral to most people, black and white.

"Hey, um, my owner wants to take me out dancing." I said. "You know where
we could do that around here?"

"Hmmm...El Paso's kinda hard on that." The boy narrowed his eyes a little,
thinking about it. "All the decent clubs are white only."

"Yeah, I figured that." I shrugged. "How about the not-so-decent ones?"

"You could go to the reservation." He said. "There's a big casino there, a
restaurant and some bars."

"They have dancing?" I wondered.

"Yeah, I think so." The nigger shrugged. "I've never been there, but I
heard it was nice anyway."

"Is it segregated at all?" I glanced through the windows and Drew was
parked out front then, waiting for me.

"It's the Indians." The boy shrugged. "They hate everybody."

I giggled.

"The love the money though, so they don't care. White or black, it's all
the same to them."

"Okay, maybe we'll go there." I agreed. "Where is it?"

A few minutes later I was explaining it to Drew.

"A casino?" He laughed. "We only have about a hundred eighty dollars."

"Well, we don't have to gamble." I shrugged. "You ever been to one?"

"Me? Nope." He shook his head. "You?"

"Yeah, down in Orleans with my Master." I nodded. "I like playing roulette,
that's pretty fun."

"Oh yeah?" He looked at me. "You ever win?"

"No!" I laughed.

"That's what I figured." Drew chuckled. "Stay away from the roulette then."

"I just wanna dance." I promised, sitting close to Drew as he drove in the
general direction the boy had given me.

The Indian Reservation was small and right there in the city, or inside the
city limits anyway, and it wasn't that hard to find. The war hadn't changed
much of anything for the Native Americans. The South had basically kept the
same deals and agreements as the Indians had made with the old United
States. It was just a fact that nobody really knew what to do about them
and it always struck me as unfortunate. There was a lot of that though,
misfortune I mean.

Like black people being brought from Africa to work the fields way back
when. It was unfortunate, for some people, mostly Northern niggers who
tended to forget it was other black people doing the catching and selling
back in Africa. It was a good way for one tribe to take the land of another
tribe...Just take them prisoner and sell them to those weird white people,
who were mostly Dutch at the time. It didn't bother me though. I wasn't
African and I didn't know any Africans. I was as Confederate as any white
girl and just as indigenous as the Indians, in my opinion. I was born in
the South, just like my parents and their parents too. It was in my blood
and my roots were in Tennessee, not Africa like those niggers up North said
sometimes.

The Indians were doing okay anyway, it seemed to me. They had the only
gambling casino in town, and the finest whorehouse too, or so their big
roadside advertisements said. Big lighted billboards featuring scantily
clad girls of all colors, smiling and looking down sexily at the horny men
passing in their cars.

"Keep your eyes on the road!" I giggled.

"Oral sex...Next exit!" Drew laughed. "They ain't shy, are they?"

"I guess not." I shook my head, because that's what the last sign had said
in ten foot high neon letters. "I wonder if they'd give me a job."

"Give you a job?" Drew shook his head. "You wanna be a whore?"

"Doesn't every girl?" I teased him. "No, I was just wondering how much they
pay. Indians don't have any slaves, do they? So they must pay them
something, right?"

"I dunno." Drew shrugged. "I never heard of any Indians owning slaves. Ask
for a job application."

"I will." I giggled. "You watch me!"

"No you won't." Drew pursed his lips. "You'll be too busy dancing."

We weren't dancing yet though.

"Shoot, they charge three times more than any store I've ever been in."
Drew was frowning.

We were in the casino "Gift Shop" because apparently a man couldn't throw
his money away unless he had a collar on his shirt. I thought it was pretty
funny, but they did charge an awful lot for a shirt, that was a fact.

"Yeah, but you need one anyway." I said, picking out a mustard colored
shirt made of soft cotton that would go okay with his brown trousers. "How
about this?"

"How much is it?" Drew looked up.

"Ummm...Thirty dollars." I shrugged. "It'll look good, that's your
color. Come on."

"I guess so." Drew said as I held the shirt against his chest. It was going
to fit him okay, I decided, and the earthy yellow color did suit his brown
eyes nicely.

"Look at the bright side," I teased him; "at least you don't need a tie."

"Heh." He smiled at that, but our money was going pretty fast and that was
too much on his mind.


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