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Up to this point, Mona’s life was a dream come true . She had a loving husband who was a Deacon of their church. A devoted father, he attended all the children’s games, at whatever was the sport of the moment. Endless recitals and school plays. Despite the demands of a busy CPA firm of which, he was the founder, he found time.
Their home was a beautiful colonial. Decorated to perfection by Mona herself, it had been featured in interior design magazines many times.
Both the children were in college, so Mona and her husband enjoyed a much more “playful” life, like the time before the kids.

Mona knew she was a lucky woman. Still, even though she had been a Cheerleader and Homecoming Queen, she was almost an insomniac. She found that she had a nervous twitching in her foot just before sleep, much like a child rubs a fuzzy bear.

Mona saw a television commercial one day and offhandedly mentioned it to her doctor. He asked her if she shook one or both of her legs before sleep. “Yes,” she told him, I do.”
He looked at the Superbowl tickets on his desk the drug rep. had left him and said, “You “may” have Restless Leg Syndrome, I’m going to prescribe something that will help.
Mona got the prescription and sure enough, the leg shaking stopped and she drifted off to sleep easily, more so than before.

A couple months later an old high school friend asked if she wanted to go with her and another friend to a casino for a weekend junket. Mona had never gambled in her life, but she thought it may be fun, and agreed to go.
The weekend went wonderfully, driving down with the girls, laughing and teasing was a blast. When they arrived at the casino, Mona’s friend had their bags sent to their rooms and went immediately to the Slot Machines. Mona followed and watched for a few minutes. It looked like great fun, and since they were only Quarter machines, why not?

Mona put five dollars in the slot on the machine and asked her friend what to do. Her friend showed her and within minutes, Mona hit the machine for a five-hundred dollar jackpot. That was all it took for Mona.
She went back the next weekend alone, and stayed for four days this time.
It was on one of these extended weekend trips she met Lance, a wealthy “Trust Fund” baby from the area. Soon she was staying at his place for days on end, but only for great sex and shower between gambling.
Mona, like all but a few gamblers eventually do, lost. She lost big.

When she ran out of her own money, in excess of two hundred fifty thousand dollars, she asked the casino to extend her credit. They agreed and gave her a limit of one million dollars, Which was amended about three times and in all she was indebted for three point three million to the casino.

Now alone, disgraced, divorced, kicked out of the church. Her children won’t talk to her. She has no friends anymore, no life. Standing on this bridge about to jump, she thinks back on how this could have happened.
Just then Mona had a flash about something the TV commercial said about unusual gambling or sexual urges.
Mona climbed down off the rail and went to see a lawyer the next day.

© 2008 Walt Hardester