Men Who Vegas Death-Dive and the Women Who Love Them
Looking back on it now, the whole thing was patently absurd. Of course, looking back on any part of my life now makes any event seem absurd. But at the time...well, who knows why people do the things they do. In this case, a ton of money was involved, two drop-dead (I laugh at this especially now) gorgeous blondes, and well, I had the weekend. So I went.
I had been told it would all be a done deal, set up long before I arrived at the casino. No secret phone calls, no back-room meetings, just Sam and his girls and me, the life of the party. Dinner at 8. Then whatever else. And so it went.
The blondes were two of the hottest creatures ever made by God, the drinks were on the house and plentiful, and the sex (what I remember of it) was justifying the cash by the hour, yes sir. Thing was, the hitch, that sound of the other shoe dropping? We all needed to skydive away from the casino to avoid the cops at the end of my stay. I thought Vegas was kind to working girls, but a deal's a deal and to be honest, it didn't really cross my mind. It was Sam's show, and it was a great one.
So, early Monday morning, we - the girls, Sam and I all get into the plane and up we go. Packs are on, instructions given, plane is getting higher and higher and shining under the early morning sun. I'm thinking, "no worries. Get in, jump out, done deal."
Sheila said I fucking bounced. Of course, I was the last to know. I walked around for like a week or something before I knew what was up. I thought word had gotten back to my wife and friends and people just were avoiding me. God bless Sheila. Without her freaking out on me, I wouldn't of known.
"I can see you," she said. "You're not all there, you kind of disappear from the waist down, but it's you, and I see you. You look like fog - I can see the wall behind you." This was brave on her part, I thought.
Evidently the blondes made it, as did Sam. I was the only one who couldn't get his act together on the way down. So I bounced.
Perversely, I wanted to know how high at the time, but that information wasn't available.
I had been told it would all be a done deal, set up long before I arrived at the casino. No secret phone calls, no back-room meetings, just Sam and his girls and me, the life of the party. Dinner at 8. Then whatever else. And so it went.
The blondes were two of the hottest creatures ever made by God, the drinks were on the house and plentiful, and the sex (what I remember of it) was justifying the cash by the hour, yes sir. Thing was, the hitch, that sound of the other shoe dropping? We all needed to skydive away from the casino to avoid the cops at the end of my stay. I thought Vegas was kind to working girls, but a deal's a deal and to be honest, it didn't really cross my mind. It was Sam's show, and it was a great one.
So, early Monday morning, we - the girls, Sam and I all get into the plane and up we go. Packs are on, instructions given, plane is getting higher and higher and shining under the early morning sun. I'm thinking, "no worries. Get in, jump out, done deal."
Sheila said I fucking bounced. Of course, I was the last to know. I walked around for like a week or something before I knew what was up. I thought word had gotten back to my wife and friends and people just were avoiding me. God bless Sheila. Without her freaking out on me, I wouldn't of known.
"I can see you," she said. "You're not all there, you kind of disappear from the waist down, but it's you, and I see you. You look like fog - I can see the wall behind you." This was brave on her part, I thought.
Evidently the blondes made it, as did Sam. I was the only one who couldn't get his act together on the way down. So I bounced.
Perversely, I wanted to know how high at the time, but that information wasn't available.
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