Reaching between the heaving mounds of her ample bosom, the painted, puffing tart extracted a crumpled, aromatic valentine of burgundy foil and glitter.
“From me,” she breathed and slowly shimmied her porcine posterior toward the nether regions of the restaurant. Harry sensuously ran the heart under his nose and inhaled before opening it to reveal the following message:
A Lucky Lady carries a massage from Lady Luck to Sam’s Town. Her burden is heavy, but were it less so, she would have more.
Harry leaned forward in his chair and pressed his forehead in the vicinity of his third eye. “AFGO” he sighed, “Another Friggin’ Growth Opportunity.” Or was this burgundy valentine a red herring/ Their aromas were similar.
ISTP personality that he was, Harry began to quickly, logically and unemotionally analyze the information the message contained.
Lucky Lady – Ladies, to Harry, came in three varieties, the two-legged kind, the four-legged kind that carried jockeys and the four-legged kind with tails that chased after fake rabbits. Any one of these could be a Lucky Lady. In the past Harry had sampled them all.
Heavy Burden – Life had taught Harry that heavy loads were not always physical . The most burdensome were visceral and emotional. If dogs and horses did not suffer from emotional angst Harry could probably eliminate a lot of suspects.
More for less – More happiness with less pain? More success with less fear? More winning with less skill? Who would possess these qualities in Las Vegas?
In order to cast as wide a net as possible, and to allow for serendipitous events, Harry left the Sum Dey after tipping the ash tray dripping waitress with a well worn, hard earned quarter. Back in the leaping Lada, our hero returned to the strip, where he often strolled to stimulate his sluggish mind with the cacophony of sights and sound… The aroma of excitement,loss and greed assailed his nostrils and... ZOUNDS!! What was this that assailed his pulsating pupils?
To be continued…..
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