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the bed, but I'm still sweating from our session. 
    "Hunter," I respond lazily.  I move one of my hands over to his leg as well, resting it against the thin hairs that run along his muscled flesh.  It's not the first time I've had sex with someone who doesn't even know my last name, but I don't make it a habit. 
    "Hunter," he repeats.  "Where's home, Lila Hunter?"
    "Canada."
    "Canada?"  There's a question in his tone which bristles me for some reason. 
    "You must have heard of it, big neighbor to the north?  Free health care, not as many guns?"
    "I'm very familiar with it," he says.  I can hear the smile on his face even without looking up at him.  "I just mean, where in Canada?"
    Now I'm the one surprised.  He isn't Canadian as well, is he?
    "Near Toronto," I reply, unwilling to be more specific yet.  I turn my gaze to look at my hand.  His cock is laying against his leg, close to my fingertips.  I'm tempted to reach out and a run my fingers along it, our session a few minutes ago left me both satisfied  and wanting more, but I hold back.  This is supposed to be a one night stand and I need to keep it that way.  I don't need to get involved with another guy with a gambling problem, which means I need to make sure I won't run into him again.
    "So, not too far from Niagara Falls," Chase remarks.  "I've been to Canada a few times.  Either there or Montreal."
    Niagara falls or Montreal?  Of course.  The casinos.  So almost definitely a degenerate gambler, but at least he doesn't live anywhere near me.  I reach my hand out and touch the underside of his cock, letting my fingers slowly drag along his length and smile as I see it twitch in response.
    "Where do you live?" I ask, only half paying attention now that I have another goal in mind.
    "Here."
    I look up at him with a raised eyebrow.  "In this hotel?  This room?"
    Chase laughs, a deep full sound that fills the room.  "Sometimes it seems like it, but no.  I mean Vegas."
    "Oh... right..." I turn my attention back to his cock which has begun to harden slightly.  I'm considering how best to use it next.
    "So you gamble a lot?"
    "Depends on how you define gambling, I guess."
    My hand has closed around his thickness by now, and I'm running it up and down from tip to root, marveling at how thick it is even now before it's fully hard, but again his words pull my attention away.
    "What do you mean?  How many ways are there to define it?"  Despite their many differences, that statement reminds me of Harrison, always justifying his addiction with crazy excuses.  I'm mentally prepared to hear something familiar, intentionally ignoring the warning bells that have begun to ring in my head.  He's not my boyfriend.  He's just a fling.   Like the song says, We're here for a good time, not a long time.
    "Gambling implies chance, as in, the chance that you'll lose.  I don't lose.  I don't play games of chance.  I play games of skill, or games where I know ahead of time that I'll win.  I leave gambling for the tourists and the addicts."
    He's looking at me seriously now, as if he believes what he's saying.  "Isn't that what all gamblers tell themselves?  They can't lose.  Everyone else loses, just not me?"  I've loosened my grip on him now, my hand being tickled by the coarse hair around the base of his shaft.  Harrison always believed he was going to win.  That he was due .
    Chase shakes his head and shrugs.  "People tell themselves a lot of things, and then they go and throw money on the roll of a die or the turn of a wheel.  They try to anticipate the next card out of a five deck shoe or find the slot machine that's primed to pay off.  That's gambling.  Poker is a skill.  It's about math and it's about paying attention.  Most of all it's about reading emotion and knowing people."
    "And you're an expert on people, are you?"
    He smiles that little half smile that makes him look like he knows something important.  It's cute, but infuriating at