Pink Ass Poker
(V is for Vicky) Vicky gambles for very different stakes"Ugh. Are we there yet?" Vicky moaned. She and her husband George were half way through their seven and a half hour flight from San Francisco to Aruba for a very overdue vacation. George was a lawyer and Vicky was his legal secretary. He had decided a while ago to eschew the ordinary path to a successful career as an attorney and had instead hung out his own shingle. With his wife at his side, he had built a successfu...