Sailor Stories

 Women had always considered me a nice guy. I guess I was comfortable for them to be around. I always went slow and followed their lead. I enjoyed living the relatively uncomplicated life of a lumberjack. But that all changed when I rode my Harley into Vegas for a weekend fling. I had five hundred dollars that I figured I could safely throw away at the poker table without getting hurt. When I hit the five hundred dollar self imposed limit I got up to leave the table.

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 After a fresh shower and a couple of stiff drinks I felt like I was ready to get back on my game again. Feeling confident, I got back in the poker game. But my luck with the cards was still dismal. But I noticed that a nice looking woman was giving me a good once over.

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 After a great nights sleep I decided to go for an early morning swim in the hotel pool. I was the only one there so I figured I'd try a high dive off the board. The dive was great and the cool morning chilled water felt invigorating.

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