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damn
soul.
    Masking the duplicity of my parent’s
agenda, I will finally have true freedom. Freedom and fun, oh, and
the other F word; fucking my way up the strip, with no commitments.
Strangers toasting the great life–my great life will worship the
name Morgan Walker. I’ll stay here for as long as I want. Until I'm
done. Then I'll leave it all behind. I'll just fucking go. Hell, I
can travel the world living out of suitcases. When I get bored I'll
just move to the next scene. There are plenty of women out there
waiting, so I'll take my time marveling in as many as I come
across.
    Waverly
    Standing alone still
looking out the window I watch the twinkling lights of the passing
vehicles, and strobes illuminating the filled hotels on the busy
strip below. My life can be summed up in this visual; flashy, busy
and on top of the world. Staying here, I can be shameless, alive
and living among the elite while sitting right on the top of the
world…my world . I could be above all this indefinitely .
    Keeping my head pressed against the
glass, I turn a bit and the fully stocked bar entices me. I push
off the window seal and step up to the cabinet, holding the answer
to at least one of tonight's problems. Tipping the bottle, I pour
enough to hit the rim of my glass. Careful not to swirl the bourbon
and spill one drop of my portal toward happiness, I grasp the
filled tumbler and lift it.
    Nothing too cliché for me, I always
toast to what I desire, “To the fucking great life.”
    I gulp half of the burning liquid and
then stare down at the remainder.
    Smooth , “Only the best.”
    Now, to start my life of
freedom. On the agenda tonight; dinner and dancing to begin with
and ending with screwing a hot babe until daybreak. I will wipe her from my memory, I promise myself.
    I walk through the casino lobby,
checking out the hotel watering holes. Stopping at one with hoards
of people, I push my way through the vibrating crowd in search of
the bar. A twenty something guy working his ass off spots me take
the only open seat. He's busy as hell so he rushes over to me and
leans across.
    “ What can I get you?” He
yells over the pulsating music.
    “ Domestic draft,” I shout
back and he nods.
    He fills the frosty mug slowly
allowing the foam to crest the rim then drops a cocktail napkin
down in front of me, followed by my beer. I instruct him to start a
tab then savor my first drink. Draft beer happens to be my drink of
choice. Tonight I kick back and enjoy a few, reacquainting myself
to the great life.
    The vibes at this club are
good and I’ve caught the eye of several good looking women, but I'm
searching for better than good tonight. My search for something
more exciting leads me away from here all too soon, and lands me at
the hottest nightclub in the hotel. This old-world tavern replica
reminds me of some of the local flare back home in England. This is right where I need to
be , I smile.
    The atmosphere is electric and it
doesn't take long for me to resolve the problem of being alone.
Most women are attracted to me like bees on honey and tonight they
are buzzing like they love what I’m offering. Three sexy as fuck
women give me so much attention every man in the bar is green with
envy. I smile at the bastards, mentally flipping them off with both
middle fingers.
    Welcome to my world mother
fuckers .
    It is amazing how much better I feel.
With the brilliant drink and naughty attention from the ladies,
everything is going according to plan. I'll just pace myself and
save the other mind numbing shit for another night. I don't
anticipate leaving sin city for a while.
    Waverly , my mind whispers. I push that thought away with another swig
of my beer, and then tug one of the hot babes down onto my lap,
grinding my needy dick against her. The
great life , I remind myself.
    Propelled by the rhythm of
the hyper music, I spend most of the night on the dance floor with
all three women. They rub their glistening bodies against me