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I’ve never followed up on it. What would you recommend to me?

Listen here, Rose. I bet it all on black.
I’m so sorry. If you’re reading this, I’m so sorry. I’m probably dead.
Or, at least watching YouTube. I don’t know how these new internet casinos work, maybe they just break your thumb… or maybe you just get carpal tunnel.
If you get an email from mountain betting dot com asking for my whereabouts, just tell them that I’ll be back and once I hit it big, I’ll pay them back. Don’t tell your mom. I’ll refund your college fund soon, I promise.

The underwear were on the lamp.
They didn’t notice, of course. How could they?
Why on earth would they?
It had been a long day in the coal mines for Hector. He was a coal miner. It was what he did. He mined coal and he mined it hard.
Rock hard.
She was also a coal miner. She took a different approach. Not for her was the pounding and rending and forcing submission. No. That wasn’t her way. She could see the spot, yes, that one. The one place she could apply just the slightest pressure and l mean to tell you that coal just crumbled. But, like in a sexy way.
It’s hard to describe. You kind of had to be there.
She knew from the look on his face as they clocked out for the day that it had been a rough one for him.
Rough like the bristle on his ruggedly handsome and appealingly symmetrical face.
Rough like she was going to fuck him when they got home.
They lined up to punch their tickets, letting the children clock out first so they could attend to their school work, and he squeezed her hand three times for I love you. Or fuck me hard. She could never tell because he never spoke a word to her in all the years they lived together in that godforsaken coal town.
She liked her man like she liked her reality TV. Dumb and on mute so she could play video games on her phone and check Facebook.
You know what? Forget I said there were kids working there in the mines. That’s depressing. They were home playing games and eating too much candy.
Rock candy, because everything in this story is rock hard, baby.
The room smelled of sex. Sex and something else. Something not yet unpleasant.
He’d thrown her on the bed. Careful this time not to bonk her head on the wall. He was dumb, but he learned. She was already wet and wanting him badly.
He was nude. She liked him that way.
It was a simple life. A nude, well hung and silent husband and a caring and attentive wife. A wife who was wet and waiting.
She laid back and he crawled to her. His pecker traced a line from her knee, up her thigh and just briefly rested against her clit before he put his full weight on her and she could feel his girth pressing hard on her stomach.
They kissed like they were starving. Like it was the only thing keeping them alive.
He was getting hard and she could feel the pressure on her belly growing.
“Now,” she gasped. “Please.”
He reversed his course and kissed his way down her chin and neck, stopping for her nipples on his way further down. His scruffy chin tickled just enough to make her squirm. He kissed her belly and her upper thigh and then finally where her legs met.
It was like a rolling tide, the pleasure. It just kept coming and building and she tried to stop, to delay it, but never could.
He sucked on her clit and licked it and made love to it. He hummed while he did. It was the closest to speaking he had ever been with her. The deep vibrations just added to the pleasure.
Sometimes she put on music because the sound of it was kind of annoying but dammit if it didn’t feel good.
She felt his hand slide out of hers and she whimpered as he slid two fingers inside her.
The man had fingers like sticks of TNT. Wide and good for nothing if not getting into tight spaces.
Coal mining had a way of seeping into everything in those parts.
He curled his fingers to match her grinding, hitting her g-spot. She couldn’t take it long. She came hard and fast, just like the time last year when the elevator cable broke and the car came crashing down the shaft at what seemed a million miles an hour.
Unlike that tragedy, this was joyous, full of love and care and a deep desire for more.
He got to his knees and looked down on what he had wrought. She was writhing and begging for it.
He shook his head. Not yet.
She licked her lips and then his rock hard cock.
She was good. Best in the biz. She wouldn’t let him cum, though. Not yet.
She pulled him down to his hands and knees. She scooted her ass down until he slid inside her and they fucked liked rabbits for a good four or five minutes. I don’t know for sure, I had to go grab a snack at this point in the story so I might have missed something.
She could tell his back was hurting, from so much mining, so they rolled over, him still inside her and they laid like that motionless but for their lips.
She kissed his big roman nose, told him she loved him and adjusted to girl on top. She ground her hips into him and let her pendulous breasts sway with the motion. He let his hands roam.
She felt good like this, in control. He was getting close but she wouldn’t let him finish yet.
He knew it, too.
She pivoted so she was facing away from him in the reverse cowgirl position and gave him a few good, deep grinds before laying back on his barrel chest.
She bent her knees up in the air and turned her hips down to get as much of his cock in her as she could and started grinding.
His hand found her breast. His other her clit. His lips- her shoulder, her neck, her lips.
She writhed and he caressed her in just the right spot until she came again.
It was his turn. He’d earned it.
She got to her hands and knees and he entered her from behind. It started slow. Almost thoughtful in his movement. This whole ordeal was as close as he got to the finesse she showed working in the mines. It didn’t last long. Soon he was thrusting hard and deep. Almost crushing her hips in his meaty hands. Faster. Harder. Deeper than she thought possible.
He was so close now. She pressed her breasts into the mattress as though she was a wild dog presenting a male his prize.
Face down, ass up, as they say.
She could feel his cock throbbing. Ready to go. She was close again too.
God she was a lucky woman.
Just as he was about to cum and they would become as one soul in two bodies, he said the first word she had ever heard him say.
His voice was shrill. Bird-like almost. She was so shocked at the unexpected sound of his voice that she hadn’t registered what he had even said.
“Darling, what?” she asked.
“Fire!” He squawked. “Fire!”
He pointed and she saw that she’d tossed her underwear on the lamp and half of the room was a raging inferno.
They lost the house, but you know what? That was one hell of a lay.

It happened. The death of the universe had come to pass. After trillions and trillions of years, it was here and it was done. Kaput. But she was also there. She’d survived the life of main line stars. She’d outlived them. Their lives were just short bursts of violence and beauty. They twinkled out so aesthetically. So pretty. She’d posted their deaths on her insta. A few billion of her friends liked the post. It was cataclysmic. She kinda felt underwhelmed by the response. Why not trillions?! She was used to trillions. Still, she waited a bit. There was more to come. She was sure of it. There! There it was! The last black holes were exploding. Snap! She got it. The perfect picture. She posted it. Three likes. A few billion down to three likes?! What the fuck?! This is the end of it all, she thought, and only three likes? Nah, she was a super star, there’s no way she was going out like this. So, she waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. Just as the last helium atom ripped into hydrogen, she snapped a picture. She put up two fingers and made a cute face before posting it. To encourage interaction, she liked her own post. One billion years went by. She checked her post. One like. Hers, of course. Another billion years. Still just hers. She gave up for a while. Like a really long while. Protons started breaking down, against all odds. Trillions of years had passed. She lost sense of space and time. She was dissolving. Just before she, herself, passed into nothingness- boop. Three. Three likes. Three more. Three more. Three more. Three more. Three thousand more. Three million more. Three trillion more. A whole new universe exploded into being. Before long, she was getting likes on cells, stromatolites, lignin, lungs, and human civilization. Butt plugs. Dick pics, who’d have thunk it?! Seven trillion likes. A new record! Nukes! It was a bit overwhelming. But, trillions again! Then, nothing for a bit. Maybe a few likes on super novas. Maybe a like or two about Hawking Radiation. Cosmic microwave background radiation was pretty reliable for a while, but then nothing again. She could always rely on the local stars for attention, until she couldn’t. They blinked out. So pretty. Her posts about them got a few likes. Once they were gone, the atoms and quantum little weird guys were enough. Once the protons decayed, against all odds, though, all hope was lost. Then- BOOM! Three likes. Another three. Three more. Three million! Three trillion!

Why is that bird looking at me?
Po-tweet, I say, in hopes we can communicate. Po-tweet. Maybe it’ll take up the space lost from my degrading human interactions.
Birds aren’t real, though.
Wait, that’s not a bird, it’s late stage capitalism and I’ve skipped a bunch of world building and you don’t have any emotional reason to care why it wasn’t a bird! Oh no!
The twist is it was actually a bird.
Po-tweet.
Fin.

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Look, I’m not a gambler. I work too hard for a Buck. I also know the value of a dollar. My boss is a male deer who really wants to fire me and use AI to fulfill my role.
The problem is that, as a human, I have thumbs and he doesn’t. What do you all think the odds are that he gets thumbs and can download an AI app in the next few months?
His CFO is a doe, doe you think that changes the odds?