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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred - Page 106 of 307 "Ooh, aren't you a man of mystery." Was she flirting with me? I guess that's what they did. The drink was free but the tip was still in dollars. "It's not for me. It's for my friend." At first she smiled but then she realized there was no one with me. She wandered off, a perplexed smile rapidly fading from her lips. "Gracias, Nefilito." An appreciative whisper came from within. An hour later I retreated up to my room having made five whole bucks. That's about right. I was up a hundred at one point and I got giddy with potential. I pulled the rip chord before I got into the red. That's where most gamblers fail. They just don't know when to pull the rip chord and start fresh! CHAPTER 20 This time I was swimming through the ward building. The doors, posters, carpets, and chairs were all wavy-looking under water. It was as though the entire ward building had been carefully lowered into a warm sea. Brother Sorenson was wrapped around Sister Schmidt. Bishop Anderson had his fingers in too many pies. Sister Swanson smiled at me and just as I began to swim toward her, Meg swam out and I could see she was about to start unbuttoning her blouse. She gave me a look that felt like an anchor and suddenly there was no floor beneath me, only endless |