SMITTY’S POKER GAMES
Guys invited to Smitty’s poker games always went.
Quiet, nerdy, Smitty, a math genius and secret card shark, ran the company computers. Few knew about his love of poker and railroads.
The red velvet upholstered train car where he lived paid tribute to his hobby. Nellie, his gorgeous girl friend, wore saloon hostess costumes and bent over deeply when she served drinks at the table.
Nobody minded that Smitty always seemed to win. A nice little soul, he never fleeced guys.
His winnings were more than enough to pay for Orient Express trips twice a year.
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