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him.’
    She stiffened against her husband’s lean body and frowned up into his twinkling blue eyes. He held her closer and surreptitiously caressed her buttocks, stroking the silky material over her firm globes and pushing it into the deep valley between them.
    â€˜We’re here for a few days,’ he observed, again unnecessarily.
    â€˜So?’ Gabrielle challenged, although her body was betraying her yet again; the silky cool caress of her dress between her buttocks was turning her on. She wore no panties, as Tom had ruined the only pair she’d possessed and packed. She had been hoping he would treat her to some nice new underwear whilst on their vacation – but that now seemed a futile hope.
    â€˜Well, don’t you see?’ he went on in hushed tones. ‘Maybe there’s more money to come if you’re particularly nice to him.’
    Gabrielle wanted to pull away from her husband; wanted to get out of the elevator; wanted to leave the hotel; wanted to get on a plane back to Florida. But he held her easily and possessively, and she did not want to make a scene, and she did not want to incur his formidable wrath.
    â€˜Is that all you think about, Tom?’ she said, praying he could not read her thoughts. ‘Money?’
    â€˜Isn’t that all he thinks about?’ he hissed back. ‘That and women?’
    Gabrielle could see the other couple glancing at them, their interest in each other distracted for the moment.
    â€˜All you’ve got to do,’ Tom continued, an underlying threat in his tone and in his body language, ‘is be nice to him, honey, and we’ll be in clover.’ He kissed her forehead and she blinked up at him. ‘Just be nice to him like you were to Clint…’
    He sickened her! He was acting like a pimp, and she knew that if she did what he wanted he would only go and lose any money that other creep might pay her on a roulette wheel or a poker game. She was seriously beginning to suspect that this whole trip was really planned for the reason of finding a sugar daddy to milk, and nothing to do with a second honeymoon at all!
    The elevator reached the ground floor and, as the doors opened, she heard the sounds of the casino: the music from the quarter machines, the ping of the nickel machines, the shouts of joy from the winners as coins clattered into trays.
    â€˜Maybe he’d give us enough to buy a condo,’ Tom suggested, his arm around her waist, all charm once again, ‘or even a house. You know how much you’ve always wanted your own little house, honey.’
    â€˜If you don’t squander it in places like this first,’ said Gabrielle, her eyes downcast.
    â€˜If he showers money on you like he did today,’ he said, holding her tightly, ‘I promise I’ll get a real job and never gamble again. I only do it to get a life for you, honey. You know that.’
    She could almost believe him, he sounded so sincere. Then he kissed her affectionately, making her question her newfound resolve. Oh, why couldn’t it always be like this? Why? She would never leave him if he only did as he continually promised. She still loved him, but how many times had he promised her things would be different…?
    He guided her over to the change kiosk and peeled a note from the wad. ‘Enjoy yourself with this, honey,’ he said proudly, as if giving her hard-earned wages.
    Gabrielle looked at it. ‘Five bucks?’ she said miserably.
    â€˜Yeah,’ he said with a patronising grin. ‘Get some nickels. It’ll keep you busy for an hour or so.’
    â€˜But, what about dinner?’ She was hungry and the appetizing smells from the buffet were causing her stomach to grumble.
    â€˜I’ll play a few hands of blackjack and then we’ll have something to eat.’ He’d already pocketed a stack of chips. ‘I’ll meet you by the nickel machines.’
    The five dollars he