August 8, 20—
It was Corky Moxin who suggested to Jax that the two of them should spend the night at The Rotunda, a casino snugged against the lake, close to the Pennsylvania-Ohio border. Corky said, “I have over one hundred dollars of free play for the month to use. This includes food. Plus, I get one free room that we can share.”
“I didn’t know you liked to gamble.”
“Who doesn’t like to gamble?”
The two men were running through Frickton Park, enjoying the late afternoon’s warm sunshine. They huffed and puffed and would eventually blow each other off in the wooded area, next to the baseball field, after the run. Until then, they had planned to make that evening a casino night, which consisted of gambling on the slots, eating at the buffet, and spending the night in one of the suites a
