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men caused Carter to look up. A brown-skinned girl with shoulder-length, almond-colored layers and hazel eyes squeezed into the empty rack next to him. She was so close to him that her sweet perfume played games with his senses, and he felt his manhood acknowledge her presence. He put the dice down as he watched her reach into her skintight Seven jeans and pull out a small wad of money. He waited for her to throw her cash on the table before he continued his roll.
    The dealer handed her a hundred dollars worth of chips, and she put them in her rack, arranging them by denomination. He smirked at her as she made a pattern with the different color chips. It was rare that he saw a woman at the crap tables, and the one beside him had his full attention.
    The men around the table grew impatient, some of them clearing their throats to signal to Carter that he should pick up the dice.
    The young woman squirmed beside Carter, trying to find her place between the big men surrounding her.
    “My fault, baby,” Carter stated. “Here, let’s do it like this.” He turned sideways and allowed her to ease in comfortably at the table, giving her more room to play.
    “It’s all right. You good,” she responded with a New York accent that immediately told him that she wasn’t from Miami. She looked up at him and smiled as he stared down onto her 5-5 frame.
    Captivated by her presence, he made mental notes as he admired her wide hips, thin waist, and perfectly manicured fingers and toes. His intense focus on her caused her to blush.
    She lay her chips on the table. “Can I get a seventy-two-dollar six?”
    Carter noticed the small tattoo on the back side of her wrist that read Murder Mama. That immediately piqued his interest. She then pointed to the dice, reminding Carter that it was his roll. Carter tossed the dice at the end of the table. “Here go your six, ma.”
    “Hard six!” the dealer yelled.
    The girl jumped up and down and squealed with joy as if she had just won a million dollars, and Carter couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm.
    The man next to her was so in awe of the woman that he dropped her a twenty-five-dollar chip and winked at her, saying, “Lady luck!”
    The man was so busy taking a peek at Miamor’s ass that he didn’t notice her lift three of his five-hundred-dollar chips out of his rack. Miamor bent over and pretended to fix the strap on her stiletto, giving the man a nice view of her assets. She did all of this in less than ten seconds. While everyone was busy collecting their money from the dealers, Miamor used the distraction to her advantage. When she stood, she gave the old man a half-smile that seemed to light up the room.
    Carter shook his head with a smirk on his face as he watched the young woman’s game.
    “What’s so funny?” she asked with laughter in her voice as she looked up at him, one hand plastered to her hip, the other reaching onto the table to collect her cash.
    “Nothing, ma. I’m just happy you won.” Carter licked his full lips.
    “Okay,” she stated playfully, as she discreetly scanning his body from head to toe. “I see you clowning me, but you need to be minding your own business and hit that six again. I still got money on the table. Everybody ain’t balling like you. I see you betting with your purple chips,” she said, referring to his full rack of big bills.
    “I got you,” he said as he prepared for his next roll. “What you drinking on, ma?”
    “Hpnotiq and Goose,” she replied.
    The two of them stayed at the crap tables all night. They joked and laughed, flirting openly with each other. Young Carter enjoyed her company and appreciated her presence because she took his mind off his deceased father. He noticed the size of her pockets as she tried to keep up with his bets and had calculated that she had lost at least two grand trying to hang in the game.
    As the crowd began to disperse, they eventually were the only two left at the table. Drunk and