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Monday came and Harold assisted me in packing up my clothes. He seemed truly saddened that I was leaving, but probably not as sad as the hotel itself. Overall, I was up nearly ten million dollars from my stay there, so they had pretty much paid for my new apartment. Feeling a little guilty, I did promise Cassidy that I would continue to gamble at the MGM Grand. If I kept off the busy Strip, my apartment was only a quick ten-minute drive away.
Besides the pools, gyms and restaurants, there was a nice little bar at Turnberry. I met Kim there just after one in the afternoon. The concierge arranged for a couple of porters to assist us with our belongings, and before long we were moved in.
Our first order of business was to christen the huge king sized bed in the master bedroom. Once that
