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CASINO
By Traffic Guy
Copyright 2003
"Do you want to talk about it?"
The classy looking brunette seated by the artificial waterfall
glared at me. I threw up my hands and grinned. "Okay, okay, so
you don't want to talk about it, at least not to me and not right
now." I put on my best 'harmless old man' look. "I guess I'll
just head over to that bank of slot machines over there and waste
a few more quarters." She turned away scornfully. "Hey," I said
softly, "I've been told I'm a good listener, so if you change
your mind..."
She didn't turn back toward me, but she looked down at her hands
for a moment. I left her like that.
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Since my wife died and I retired I've made it a habit to hit one
of the local casinos several times a year, usually with a buddy
or two. I set myself some limits on the slots, play several
sessions of blackjack and bingo (and to think I used to say I'd
never play bingo!) and take in at least three or four of the
shows. I also spend a lot of time just watching people.
When I started playing blackjack I fell into my pattern from my
college poker days and spent as much time on the players as the
cards. Since there were always games going on all around us,
there was a lot to observe and I tried to see as much of it as I
could. That's why I spotted her.
The white gown she was wearing was almost too good for the room,
but was matched by the tux her escort sported. The young couple
had made a swing through the slots when I first saw them, and I
managed to follow them up to the gaming tables, where Mr. Tux
apparently hit a losing streak. After a while, they got into a
rather one-sided argument, Classy Brunette basically listening to
Mr. Tux lecture her. When he was done Mr. Tux took off for parts
unknown without her. Hence her sitting alone by the waterfall.
It was almost ten minutes before she stirred from her spot,
glancing up and around until she caught my eye. I inclined my
head, asking if she wanted me to join her. She nodded and I
stopped feeding the slot and headed her way.
"Hello, my name is Dan, Dan Helton."
"Julia Boucher (she pronounced it boo-SHAY)."
"Do you feel like getting something to eat?"
She nodded again. "That would be nice."
We headed over to one of the restaurants that had a basic
American theme. After getting seated and ordering drinks I asked
again, "Do you want to talk about it?"
She glared and said "No, I don't."
"Then what would you like to talk about?"
"How about why you came over and asked me that in the first
place?"
"A fair question. I happened to see the young man arguing with
you. After you were done arguing he took off and you went over
by the waterfall and sat down. Considering the way you looked
when you sat down, I assumed the result of the argument left you
in some sort of difficulty. I decided to try to be a Good
Samaritan and offer my help."
She looked at me suspiciously. "I'm not sure I believe you. For
all I know you thought you saw easy pickings and have a better
pickup line than most."
I almost laughed. "Miss Boucher, that is the greatest complement
you could ever pay me. I am honored that you would think of me
as someone making a move on you."
"So my looks had nothing to do with you coming over?" she said
with a challenge in her eye.
"Of course they had something to do with it! Hell, it's a lot
easier to get up the nerve to try to help a damsel in distress if
she's beautiful than if she isn't."
"Oh, so you are interested in, how did you say it, making a move
on me."
I sighed and spread my hands. "Lady, I admit I like looking at
pretty women. I even admit to fantasizing about them. But I
really consider myself a nice guy with a lot of time on my hands.
I don't really know you, and we might never meet again. For all
I know, the argument wasn't all that big and you just didn't want
to watch him continue to lose for a while and after our dinner
you'll meet up with him again and life will go on. I really hope
that's the case. But either way, enjoy the meal, we'll chat
about anything you want, and then we'll go our separate ways.
Okay?"
She frowned, but nodded, and as the appetisers had arrived, we
both started to pay attention to the food.
We didn't talk much during the meal, but I did catch her looking
at me from time to time. I would just smile and go back to my
steak. Finally, as we waited for the coffee, she seemed to come
to a decision.
"Mr. Helton?"
"Dan, please."
She thought a moment, then continued. "Dan, can I take you up on
your offer?"
"To listen to you? Of course!"
"Can we do it someplace else?"
"Wherever you like."
"Do you have a room here?"
"Yes, for another three days, why?"
"Could we talk there, please?"
That surprised me a little. "Miss Boucher..."
"Julia, please."
"Uh, Julia, we can talk there, but I do have a roommate."
"Oh. Your wife?"
"No, no, I'm a widower. It's a buddy of mine that usually shares
a suite with me. It's actually a little cheaper than each of us
getting our own room."
She brightened at the mention of a suite. "Then it's no problem.
We can talk in your bedroom, right?"
"Yeah, right," I said, peering at her intently. She had turned
her attention to the coffee, which had arrived, and seemed to be
ignoring my look. Well, there was always a possibility it would
go that route. So when I paid the check we headed up to my
suite.
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"Which one?" she asked. I motioned to the right. Jerry wasn't
there and I didn't expect him and his partner for a little while
yet. As for Julia, I was pretty sure where this was headed.
In the bedroom she excused herself and headed into the bathroom.
I wandered over to the doors opening onto the balcony, opened the
curtains and spent a moment enjoying the view. A curt "ahem"
drew my attention back into the room.
Yep. I had it figured right. She was standing in the bathroom
doorway in a cheesecake pose. She had white thigh highs and her
heels on. Nothing else.
"Very nice!" And she was. Of course, the dress she had been
wearing had given me pretty good advance warning as to what was,
or wasn't underneath. Like I said, I like looking at pretty
women.
Soft, flowing hair framing high cheekbones with wide, grey eyes
and full, pouty lips. Tits thrust up with quarter-sized areola
surrounding the nipples. Nice flat tummy down to a completely
shaved pubic area. I was happy to see no tattoos, nor nipple,
navel or clit rings. Okay, so I'm a bit old fashioned. Sue me.
After giving her a nice, long appreciative look I grinned and
gave her a thumbs up. "You look great! Now, if you'll make
yourself comfortable, I'm ready to listen."
At first she didn't get it. Then she stared at me as if I had
three heads. "What?!"
Her jaw dropped as I turned and walked over to one of the chairs
near the table in the corner, sat down and crossed my legs.
"Well?" I said, waving my arm towards the bed. "I'm assuming
you'll be more comfortable lying down, especially dressed, er,
undressed like that. If you want, I'll wait while you throw on a
robe if you want to sit in the other chair."
Shock was the mildest term for what she was going through. Good.
Maybe there was hope for her yet.
Then again, maybe not. She seemed to gather herself, pasted what
was her best come hither look on her face and shimmied around the
bed to stand in front of me. "Oh, come on Dan. It will be so
nice. Who needs to talk when you can play with this." She
roamed her hands over her body, cupping her tits and rubbing her
tummy and thighs right in front of me.
"No can do, Julia."
She pouted prettily. "Oh, why not?" she whined.
"First, I have always been faithful to my wife."
She leaped at that. "But she's dead, and I'm sure she doesn't
want you to stop living just because she did."
"Second, I can't perform with someone I don't care about."
"But you like me, and you came to my rescue. You called me your
'damsel in distress.'"
"And third, and most importantly given our current situation,
your nipples are flat and your eyes are dead."
That stopped her, cold.
"Julia," I said softly, "please sit down."
The moment of truth. Would she a) slap me, stomp back into the
bathroom, put her dress on and stomp out of the room, or b) burst
into tears.
She surprised me by doing neither. "I'll be damned," she said.
"I doubt that seriously, but then I don't know you well enough to
know for sure."
Her mouth actually twitched. "I'll be fucking goddamned."
"Please, there's a lady present!"
She smirked, "I doubt that seriously, but then I don't know you
well enough to know for sure."
I couldn't help it. I laughed out loud. She didn't, but she
smiled and some life came to her eyes.
I stood and bowed low before her. "Milady, may I please
introduce myself. I am Daniel Mathias Helton, at your service."
She extended her hand, which I gallantly kissed as she pretended
to fan herself with her other hand. "Thank you kind sir." She
curtsied, continuing to pretend to fan herself. "I am Julia
Elizabeth Boucher, and I am most pleased to meet you."
I extended my arm. "May I please help Milady to her throne?"
Her eyes widened. "But sir, I don't need to visit the facilities
at this moment."
I lost it. I was laughing so hard I could barely stand, and she
was finally laughing too. We were holding each other for dear
life, tears streaming down our cheeks. Somehow we managed to
make it over to the bed, where we started to calm down. But then
Julia took a look at where we were, pulled her head back and
breathlessly proclaimed "But sir, my virtue!" and we were gone
again.
Finally we wound down. When we were calmer, I glanced up and
down at her, then tossed my head towards the bathroom. She
smiled, nodded, and went to get dressed.
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"Just who are you?"
"I thought we covered all that. I'm Daniel Mathias..."
"No, not your name." She frowned, prettily this time. "I'm
having a really hard time believing you are for real."
"I've noticed that. And I may have a couple theories to explain
it."
"Let's have 'em, then."
"I don't think you are going to like hearing this."
We were sitting comfortably in the 'living room' on the more
overstuffed than usual chairs provided by the casino, sipping on
coffee (mine was decaf) from the mini-kitchenette. We had spent
the last few minutes talking about winning and losing at slots,
the weather, anything but what was really on our minds. Julia
broke the ice. I was about to break the mood.
"Like it or not, I think I need to hear them. Maybe I'll finally
get a handle on you, then."
I waited a moment, then... "It's not me you have to get a handle
on."
"Huh? Oh, are you thinking of Willie?"
I shook my head, assuming Willie was Mr. Tux. "Nope, not Willie.
Yourself."
Julia opened her mouth, stopped, started to say something and
stopped again. Then she took a new tack. "Oh, I get it. You're
a retired shrink and you're trying to get into my head. Well,
buddy, no thanks." She started to get up.
"You really have a lot more going for you than you think." She
started moving towards the door. "And you know there's more to
life, or you couldn't have laughed a while ago." She slowed,
with her hand on the door. "And I can't believe you'd leave
without one more try at getting me to show you my 14" dick."
She turned and stared.
"Hah! Made you look!"
"Why you, you, you dirty old man!" The life was back in her
eyes.
"Guilty as charged. Now, what are you going to do about it?"
"Attack you with my womanly wiles?"
"Been there, done that."
"Physically assault you, ripping your clothes off?"
"Probably not practical. I may be old, but I'm in great shape, I
outweigh you by 60 pounds and know a lot of street-fighting
tricks."
"Lull you to sleep and take a peek?"
I pretended to think a moment. "Now that might be possible. If
you were to tell me your life story, that would probably do it.
I'd be out for hours." I grinned. "Actually, I could use a good
night's sleep."
Julia sighed. "How in the world can you be so... upbeat... about
things? You've lost your wife and you admit that you've got a
lot of time on your hands. That tells me you're a little bored.
And yet you don't go for the quick and easy thrills even when it
would take little or no effort to have them. I just can't figure
you out."
"What's to figure out? And besides, aren't you the one we're
talking about here?"
"Damn, I thought I could get you off that."
"Julia, it's up to you. I think I have something to offer you,
but only if you want me to. I've already told you that you
probably wouldn't like it, yet it could make a difference, if you
wanted it to. What do you say?"
Julia stared at me. I pretended to surrupticiously cover my lap.
She laughed. "Okay. I'm ready to listen."
"Without interrupting?"
"Without interrupting."
"Okay, here goes." I looked her straight in the eye. "You are
settling for too little in your life. You are allowing what
other people say about and to you determine your actions without
taking any chances or making any effort to prove them wrong, even
when they are. You accept what Willie and others like him give
you without demanding anything for yourself. You are giving
yourself away, as if you were worthless. I happen to think you
are not. But as time goes on it will become harder and harder to
make the effort to change this. I want you to start now, not
later. And the first thing you should do is start training
Willie how to please you as much as you please him."
She started to speak and I held up my hand. "I'm not done yet
and you promised." She looked at me for a moment, then nodded.
I noticed slight tearing at the corner of her eyes. Good.
"Deep down inside you should know that most men are trainable.
If you have something they want, you can find a way to get them
to return the favor. If a man proves not to be trainable, you
dump him. He lacks what it takes to make your lives together
worthwhile. And that's what you should be aiming for. Making a
life that is worthwhile for you. It works best if you are
working with someone to make both lives worthwhile. Babycakes,
you can do this!"
Her eyes widened when I used her uncle's nickname for her. "Wait
a minute! The only person who calls me that is..."
"Your Uncle Jerry, who could be walking in that door any minute
with a woman he picked up at bingo."
I could see her head was spinning. I knew this would put her way
off balance, but my time was running out and I had promised Jerry
I would help if I could. This had seemed like the perfect time,
but it took a lot longer than I thought it would to get her to
this point. I was worried.
I spent a long moment waiting for any of several things to
happen, including Jerry walking in on us. Julia was just sitting
there, staring at me, tears gone, multiple emotions flying
through her face. Rage, disappointment, confusion, and then her
face went blank. Uh, oh.
"Does Aunt Marge know about this?"
"That I was going to talk to you?"
Impatiently, "NO! About Uncle Jerry!" Her eyes flashed rage
again. Oh dear. I appear to have lost my efforts with her to
thoughts of a philandering uncle.
"Uh, well, I think you should ask Uncle Jerry about that."
"Ask Uncle Jerry about what, Babycakes?" It was Jerry, coming in
the door with a big blonde.
"Uncle Jerry! How in the world could you even think of, of... "
She looked closer at the big blonde. "Uh, Aunt Marge?"
"Hi Julia! How do you like the getup?"
Julia was dumbfounded. "But, but you said he went to bingo to
pickup women."
"No, Julia. I said he went to bingo to pickup A woman. Your
Aunt Marge."
"But, but..."
I turned to Jerry and Marge. "I had just gotten to the trainable
part. Marge, maybe you can take over here."
Marge pouted, "But I'm so horny and I've got a real hot date
here." Marge started fondling Jerry's crotch, Julia watching as
if Marge was a snake charmer. Which, in a way, she was. "Honey,
Danny is correct. Men are trainable. Your Uncle Jerry..." she
leaned back and they kissed, long and passionately. "...Mmmm..."
She shook her head as if to clear it. "...Where was I? Oh,
yeah. Your Uncle Jerry is proof of that. And Julia, dear, the
more I work with Jerry, the more he works with me. It's a
win-win situation."
"Thanks Marge. I know how you two get. Go ahead. I think I can
manage from here."
"Thanks, buddy!" Jerry grinned as he was led away by hiscrotch.
"Oh, and Julia, honey, please listen to Danny and give it some
thought. He really is a nice old man and has a lot of good
ideas. Right Mr. Butcher?"
"Absolutely Mrs. Butcher!" And they disappeared into the other
bedroom, the door closing behind them. Within moments you could
hear Marge demanding Jerry do something about her dripping cunt,
like plugging it up. I decided we would do better without the
distraction, since they usually go at it off and on for an hour
or so before they both calm down, so I practically dragged a
stunned Miss Butcher into the other bedroom and closed the door.
I sat her in one of the chairs by the table and stepped back,
slowly shaking my head. "Boucher. When you called yourself that
I almost cried."
That seemed to snap her out of it a bit. "I like the sound of
it," she sniffed. "I don't get the same kind of looks from men
as I did when I said 'Butcher.'"
"And I'll bet the kind of men who were drawn to the name
'Boucher' thought along the lines of 'French Tart' and 'easy
lay.' And if they were smooth and good looking enough, they were
right, weren't they?"
She looked down. "But it felt good that they wanted me."
"And did it feel good afterwards?"
"That's not fair!"
"And why not?"
"Because it wasn't their fault that... "
I was slowly shaking my head from side to side. "No, it wasn't,
but not because they didn't bother to please you or you didn't
please them enough. They got what they wanted, and when they
did, they were done. And you did nothing to change theirminds."
She became a little defiant at that. "But if I demand anything
of them, I won't get any partners."
"Wrong. If you demand anything of them you will weed out the
worthless ones. And if none of the partners you are going with
stick around, then you've been going for the wrong partners."
"But then I'd be alone!!!" She cried.
"What about George, and Andy, and Frank?"
"They don't count. They're just buddies - high school friends
that I can let my hair down with."
"But you wouldn't be alone, would you?"
She looked at me aghast. "You don't expect me to, to DATEthem?"
"Who said anything about a date? Haven't you gone to movies with
them? Haven't you gone to the theatre, to dinner, to the park?
Were those dates?"
"Well, no, but it sounds like you want me to go to bed with
them!"
I sighed again. This was harder than I thought. "Julia, having
sex with a man doesn't mean you are having a relationship with
him, and the reverse is also true - having a relationship with a
man doesn't mean you have to have sex with him. It's true it
works best when both are present, but one doesn't guarantee or
preclude the other."
I was expecting some sort of defiance, but once again I was
surprised.
"I know," she said quietly. And this time she cried.
She didn't sob hysterically, or wail or hiccup or anything. She
just let the tears flow, wiping them from time to time, first
with the back of her hand, then with a towel I got from the
bathroom.
Finally, she decided she was done, wiped her face one last time,
lifted her chin and looked me in the eye. "Tell me about Aunt
Marge and Uncle Jerry, please."
"You understand that I'm only telling you this because they gave
me permission."
She nodded her head. "From what's been said I'm sure it's only
because they think what you did for them can help me."
"Yes." I cleared my throat. "About three years ago, Marge found
several porno films that Jerry apparently had been hiding from
her for years. She got scared, wondering if there was more to it
than that. She decided that she had to find out, and came to
me."
"Why you?"
"Julia, do you remember Auntie Hildie? The one who wasn't really
your aunt?"
"Of course. If I visited Marge and Jerry for more than a day she
would show up for shopping or a meal and was Aunt Marge's best
friend."
"Auntie Hildie was my wife."
"Oh my god!" Julia finally remembered, "You're her Danny, the
one she was always talking about so proudly. Why didn't I ever
see you?"
"Because Jerry was a jerk I went to college with and really
didn't like very much. Marge and Hildie had tried to get us
together as a foursome many times, but I always found a way to
prevent it."
"So why did she come to you?"
"Because I had always liked Marge and had been her friend as
well. She figured that since I didn't like Jerry I would find
out the truth for her."
"And what was the truth."
"I don't know, not for sure."
"Huh?"
I held up my hand. "I never investigated Jerry."
Julia was puzzled. "But she said you helped!"
"I did, the way I'm trying to help you. Think. Did I tell you
Willie had done anything, like slept around on you or taken
advantage of you in other ways?"
"No, has he?"
"I don't know and I'm not planning to find out. And neither
should you."
She looked puzzled again. "Then how can I know what to do?"
"A little patience, please. Don't you want to know how I helped
Marge?"
She nodded.
"Okay then. I spent a lot of time talking with Marge, trying to
find out exactly what she wanted and how she felt about Jerry.
What I determined was that she really did think she loved the
lug, and couldn't picture life without him. Since I didn't think
much of Jerry, I started talking to her about doing things to
change him, taking charge of their life together. Of course,
when I started I didn't much care whether she drove him away or
not. But as we went through the process together I started
realizing Marge really needed Jerry to feel whole. Plus, I
started remembering the things Hildie had done to 'train' me. I
used those memories to help Marge find her own way.
"Marge started with little things, like asking him to bring his
plates to the sink when he got up from dinner, and thanking him
with a little peck on the cheek when he did so. She gradually
made the requests a little more personal, like helping her zip up
a dress when they were going out, or holding her hands when it
was cold. She got him to talk to her about work, both problems
and perks. Finally, she worked up to asking him to try a couple
things during their bi-monthly session of sex, which had become
both predictable and, for her, mostly unsatisfying. Since Jerry
was usually rewarded with a little hotter session when he tried
things that got Marge off, he started adding a few things on his
own. The sessions happened more often and were less predictable.
Jerry started confiding some of his fantasies, and they worked
together to make some of them happen. You saw one of their
favorites tonight - he's picking up a woman for a night of
passion. And she makes him work at it, too. One night he took
her for granted and she didn't come up with him. Took off and
got her own room. When she told me about it later, she was
worried that she had gone too far, but found that Jerry blamed
himself and was more attentive from then on.
"The funny thing is, Jerry loves Marge as much or more than she
loves him, but obviously didn't really know how to show it.
Since she started working on him, their relationship has grown
stronger and Jerry is a better man. I like him now, and we've
done things as a threesome that I wish we could have done as a
foursome."
"But you were saying earlier that I was dating the wrong guys and
that they might not take to the 'training.'"
"Actually, what I said was if they didn't take to the training
they weren't worth it. There's no way of knowing and Marge was
taking a risk. If Jerry really hadn't cared for her it wouldn't
have worked, and I would have helped Marge ruin her life."
"But you thought you were helping."
"Just the same, I almost refused to talk to you because of what
might have happened."
"I'm glad you did." Julia got up, came over to me and gave me a
peck on the cheek. "Thanks, Uncle Danny." Then her hand dropped
down into my lap for a quick feel. Her smirk quickly changed to
a look of shock. "Uh, Uncle Danny?"
"Yes Babycakes?"
"I guess you weren't kidding about the 14 inches."
I smiled. "I never kid about the important things."
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