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Vegas Last Laugh [MultiFormat]
eBook by Charles Nuetzel
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eBook Category: Mainstream
eBook Description: He was in Vegas, a town of fun and games and plenty of booze and woman. And tomorrow he was marrying a rich woman who could arrange this kind of luxury on a daily basis. The relationship, as far as he was concerned, was a business deal, for cold cash! This was his last day of freedom! And he planned on making the most of it. Vegas, the Sin Capitol of the world, was his for the taking!
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: KNIGIIT, 1963
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2005
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [713 KB], eReader (PDB) [32 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [7 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [8 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [160 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [78 KB], hiebook (KML) [145 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [139 KB], iSilo (PDB) [6 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [8 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [79 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [15 KB]
Words: 2219
Reading time: 6-8 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
I didn't notice the woman because my full attention was centered on the roulette wheel.
It was the sharp, feminine intake of breath just behind my left ear that attracted my attention to her. The sound accompanied a large winning that was placed before me. I turned, surprised at having an audience. The woman was tall and dressed in white. A low neckline supported gigantic, but beautifully featured pink-cream breasts. She smiled pleasantly and placed yellow chips on my green stacks. "Hope I don't break your luck," she said casually, sitting beside me. We watched the wheel slowly turning as the little white ball twisted its course in the opposite direction, speeding around and around like a racing satellite. In the background the madness of slot-machines numbers were being called out and conversation generally blended with the trip in the Lounge off to our left; the melody of all Vegas clubs, which generally becomes a soft mad-ness blanking out the mind. The wheel-man called one of our numbers and the woman clapped her hands excitedly. When we won again her right hand impulsively gripped my arm, squeezing. After the fourth straight win, she cashed in her chips and turned to me, asking, "Can't I buy you a drink?" Then quickly added, "If you weren't so lucky--I wouldn't have won!"
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