Tim smiled as he ended his call... sitting on his phone down on the table of the charter jet... listening to the engines hum as it flew closer to its destination. His life had taken an extreme turn since college. He lived a reserved life through college, studying intently, dating infrequently. He remembered those days as the "learning stage", paving the way for the success he enjoyed today.
He married quickly out of college to a gold digging woman, but she had little patience to wait. She slept around often and they divorced after he found her in bed one night with one of his co-workers. He vowed that he would make her jealous and wish she had just waited for him. That he did… quickly moving through sales positions within his company until he could start his own technology company in the Dallas area. His company flourished in no time… making him a millionaire many times over by the time he was in his 40’s.
Now 44, he could relax a little more and treated himself to get-aways. The plane made a turn into its decent and landed at Bader Field in Atlantic City. He had two vices that still held his attention… gambling and beautiful companions. Long were the days of looking for a wife, now he looked for fun. Whether it was in bed, or high adventure outings… he just wanted someone to do things with and not worry about attachment. Many of the ladies in his life were just in it for the money. He had plenty and would lavish them… then dispose of them.
The doors opened and his limo was waiting… rushing him to the Tropicana. It was one of his favorite sites and there always seemed to be beautiful women there for him to pick from to be his “lucky charm” for the night. In no time they arrived at the casino. The manager meeting him at the door as always… with a fake smile and a handshake. Tim told him he would be over at the roulette table shortly.
Sipping his scotch, Tim walked the floor… a few ladies catching his eye, but not really finding the one felt he had to have by his side. He moved through the slots area… looking down the row. There she was… he know she was the one for the night. He walked up behind her as she sat at the penny slots.
Leaning over he said to her, “You’ll never get rich sitting at this machine.” with a chuckle.
He married quickly out of college to a gold digging woman, but she had little patience to wait. She slept around often and they divorced after he found her in bed one night with one of his co-workers. He vowed that he would make her jealous and wish she had just waited for him. That he did… quickly moving through sales positions within his company until he could start his own technology company in the Dallas area. His company flourished in no time… making him a millionaire many times over by the time he was in his 40’s.
Now 44, he could relax a little more and treated himself to get-aways. The plane made a turn into its decent and landed at Bader Field in Atlantic City. He had two vices that still held his attention… gambling and beautiful companions. Long were the days of looking for a wife, now he looked for fun. Whether it was in bed, or high adventure outings… he just wanted someone to do things with and not worry about attachment. Many of the ladies in his life were just in it for the money. He had plenty and would lavish them… then dispose of them.
The doors opened and his limo was waiting… rushing him to the Tropicana. It was one of his favorite sites and there always seemed to be beautiful women there for him to pick from to be his “lucky charm” for the night. In no time they arrived at the casino. The manager meeting him at the door as always… with a fake smile and a handshake. Tim told him he would be over at the roulette table shortly.
Sipping his scotch, Tim walked the floor… a few ladies catching his eye, but not really finding the one felt he had to have by his side. He moved through the slots area… looking down the row. There she was… he know she was the one for the night. He walked up behind her as she sat at the penny slots.
Leaning over he said to her, “You’ll never get rich sitting at this machine.” with a chuckle.
