When you love someone, you've gotta trust them. There's no other way. You've got to give them the key to everything that's yours. Otherwise, what's the point? And, for a while, I believed that's the kind of love I had ( Read more... )

Sam was leaning against the bar on one elbow. His usually garish choice of suit had been toned down today. He'd stared into his closet that morning and pulled a face that accentuated all of his laughter lines. It was true what Ginger had said to him. "You don't smile enough anymore ( Read more... )

Sam's day had not got any better since his run-in with Ginger earlier. There were problems with the high-roller slots, three of the dancers in the show were at least three pounds overweight, two of the pit bosses hadn't turned in for work, most likely feigning sickness and Billy had been bending Sam's ear about Nicky using him as a personal ( Read more... )

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Sam was at the Craps tables with Billy Sherbet. Sam was measuring some new die. He didn't need to, he had a myriad of people to do this for him. Nonetheless, every so often, he liked to wander the casino floor, checking that everything was by his book. He expected a level of professionalism that matched his own. The experience the customers had, ( Read more... )