Trouble in Atlantic City

Here is another sneak peak at the e-book I am currently working on. It's a first raw unedited version so the chapter may be different once I am done. I should be done and have it up for purchase within 6 months.(Amazon and Barnes & Noble.) Enjoy and leave a comment please, need some criticism. Thanks for reading. Tony


I need to go back in time to a few months ago when I met her and all the trouble started for me. Her name was Michelle, a relatively tall bleached blond young women of around 30 years old. I met her while doing my favorite pastime, playing Poker in Atlantic City at the low limit Holdem tables in my favorite Poker Room at the Atlantic Resort. I know it sounds like a corny name for a Casino by it is on the boardwalk next to the Atlantic Ocean so the name seems fitting. Meeting her in a $1-2 game of No Limit Texas Holdem should have tipped me off not to trust her. After all people always say that you can’t believe anything you hear around a Poker Table. I guess the games main idea of deceiving people about the strength of your hand sometimes rubs off on them into the real world. Back to Michelle, she was tall about 5 Feet 7 inches with a body that looked like she spent many hours a day in a gym. She had perfectly manicured nails from her toes to her finger tips. Red nail polish on both that matched her hot red lipstick. As soon as I sat down I noticed the Small spider Tattoo on her right ankle. Something about it just made the hair rise on the back of my neck. My instants were telling me to just move to another table and stay away from trouble. A seat had opened up next to her and the floor person called my name after I had waited an hour for it. The place was packed on this sunny perfect June day so why spend time on the beach when you can be inside playing Poker with a bunch of people you normally wouldn’t give the time of day too? Plus she gave me a smile while looking me up and down while I took the seat. Again I sensed trouble when I looked down and saw the wedding ring on her finger. I noticed she handled her chips like a seasoned player that had put 1000s of hours grinding at the tables. Grinding is a term for Poker players who put in a huge amount of time at the low limit tables trying to build up a Bankroll to play for serious money. So back to Michelle, she was wearing shorts and a tight tee shirt that both barely covered her slender toned body up. Which makes sense for a hot day in late June but not for a Poker room that has the air on so high that it’s as cold as a freezer. This was another clue that she was trouble and I just should have requested a seat change.