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Brindle planned her vacation with voracious excitement. It was seven years since her last.

 

“My last date, my last anything,” she thought.

 

Her sister had mentioned Las Vegas and Brindle leapt at the idea. Visions of luxury and room service whirled in mind until she picked up the phone and called her,

 

“Hey, sis! Let’s talk Vegas, baby,” Brindle laughed happily.

 

“Alright,” Fondra yelled, “and bring your online guy… the one that you met in a naughty chat room!”

 

Brindle hesitated. Jack had become more to her than she cared to admit. She craved him, craved his touch, craved time alone with him.

 

“C’mon, Brindle! Gamble a little!”

 

“Okay,” she acquiesced, “I’ll invite him, but this is high stakes gambling, sis,” she warned with trepidation.

 

The week began with fun and games. Brindle fell hard for Jake, and he for her, though they had been talking for a year already.

 

Fondra hated him on sight. She became a mean, constant, loud drunk. Brindle’s dreams of luxury and relaxation crashed down around her.

 

She spent days refereeing fights until she could take no more.

 

High stakes for sure,” she raged angrily, “I’m going to fix this,” she whispered determinedly.

 

Brindle grabbed Jake, reserved a different room, and changed her flight home. She was bereft, feeling as though she had lost herself, her sister, Jake, and anything she could have won.

 

By week’s end, she tossed everything behind her, letting the chips fall where they may.

 

By Wildfire8470

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Alexis was raised sheltered, overprotected and cloistered in her stifling Roman Catholic family. She was slowly suffocating and knew she must escape before they stifled her will to live. After college, she joined a BDSM club with its own dungeon. Even now, she was still changing in the restrooms before and after she partook.

 

“This is ridiculous,” she screamed in her car, “I’m old enough to choose my own path!”

 

Alexis pulled into the driveway, ran into the house, and repeated same to stunned parents. They responded with the “wrath of God,” as she mostly suspected they would. Her father yelled,

 

“Let’s see you out tonight, with no car, no clothes, no food, and no money!”

 

Alexis ran, terrified, until she couldn’t run anymore. She made her way several blocks further and exhaustion claimed her. She crept into a construction site to lay down on a cold, steel forklift, feeling stripped, as though she were lying there raw and naked, thrown to the streets like so much garbage, and vowing to never return.

 

By Wildfire8470

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