My stepbrother
I pull away and start walking faster to the slot machines, now motivated to lose so we can go back.
“Hurry, Charles.” He chuckles and quickens his pace to catch me. But, unfortunately, no slot machines are available when we get there. I want to leave, but Charles will not allow me to, so we wait. Finally, about five minutes for one opens up. I sit, happy I can finally play, and head back to the hotel to explore Charles's body. I grin as he hands me forty dollars, and I ask him for a good luck kiss which he generously provides.