screamed at the woman. "Did you hear what I said? That's my money."
"Yeah, right." The woman huffed as she began placing coins into her bucket.
"I want my money. I was playing this machine and I put my money in it."
"I'm not giving you a damn thing," the woman snapped as her girlfriends arrived.
"I want my damn money! You were probably sitting somewhere watching me just waiting for me to get up." JoAnn made a quick move and tried to snatch the bucket away from the woman who fought her off.
"Come on! You want some of me?" The woman removed a can of pepper spray from her purse and aimed it at JoAnn. The two women glared at each other for a moment before JoAnn finally conceded.
"Fuck it! Just fuck it, and fuck you, bitch!" JoAnn turned and walked away as quickly as she could. She made her way to a sitting area and sat down. She cried before pulling herself back together. She asked one of the waitresses who was passing for the time.
"It's one o' clock," the woman said.
"In the afternoon?" JoAnn asked because she couldn't believe that she'd been gone all night.
"Yes," the waitress answered and continued on her way.
"Damn, Jesse is probably searching for me." JoAnn reached inside her purse and pulled out her cell phone. Sure enough, there were several missed calls from him.
"Okay, girl. Pull yourself together. It's not that bad. Jesse will understand. He'll be mad but he'll understand." JoAnn tried to convince herself of her own words. There was no logical reason for what she'd done and she knew it.
"I have to get Jesse to understand that I just made a mistake and I'll make all of this up to him. He'll accept that. I'll just tell him how sorry I am and that it will never happen again." JoAnn sat in her seat for another hour talking to herself and thinking so hard that her stomach turned sour. She finally got herself together, took a deep breath and headed up to their room to apologize.
JoAnn placed her door key inside the slot. When she crossed the threshold, she could hear Jesse on the phone. Once inside the room, she froze. Jesse sounded as if he was on the phone with the bank.
"Are you sure there was no deposit or wire transfer placed into the account?"
She peeked around the corner. Jesse's back was toward her and he hadn't heard her come in. JoAnn took a few steps forward and noticed that he had opened up the room safe.
Damn, she thought. He already knows the money is gone.
"Are you sure that there isn't some mistake? The money should have hit the account yesterday."
JoAnn felt nauseous. Jesse finally turned and acknowledged her.
"Never mind. Thank you for your help. My wife's here. I'll ask her for the confirmation receipt and call you back," Jesse said and hung up the phone. "Where have you been?"
"Don't yell at me," JoAnn whined as she sat down at the foot of the bed. "I'm getting a headache."
"Where have you been?" Jesse asked with a calmer tone. "I need your help. I've called the bank and they have no record of money being deposited. Give me the wire transfer receipt so that I can help them track where the money is."
"Jesse, baby." JoAnn looked at him as teardrops raced down her cheeks.
"JoAnn, where is the receipt?" he asked again with a little more authority.
"It's hard to explain." Her voice trembled.
"Where is the money, JoAnn?" Jesse folded his arms across his chest and waited for an answer.
"I was just trying to win a little extra money for us, that's all. I had good intentions." JoAnn's words came out in spurts.
"JoAnn! What the fuck are you talking about?" Jesse shouted and waved his arms like a madman.
"Just calm down, baby. I'm going to make it up to you. I promise."
"JoAnn, where in the fuck is the eight thousand, five hundred dollars that I asked you to deposit?" Jesse began clenching his fists.
"I blew it, okay? I'm sorry." JoAnn began to slap her head with the palms of her hands as if she were trying to beat some sense into her brain. "I didn't know
"Yeah, right." The woman huffed as she began placing coins into her bucket.
"I want my money. I was playing this machine and I put my money in it."
"I'm not giving you a damn thing," the woman snapped as her girlfriends arrived.
"I want my damn money! You were probably sitting somewhere watching me just waiting for me to get up." JoAnn made a quick move and tried to snatch the bucket away from the woman who fought her off.
"Come on! You want some of me?" The woman removed a can of pepper spray from her purse and aimed it at JoAnn. The two women glared at each other for a moment before JoAnn finally conceded.
"Fuck it! Just fuck it, and fuck you, bitch!" JoAnn turned and walked away as quickly as she could. She made her way to a sitting area and sat down. She cried before pulling herself back together. She asked one of the waitresses who was passing for the time.
"It's one o' clock," the woman said.
"In the afternoon?" JoAnn asked because she couldn't believe that she'd been gone all night.
"Yes," the waitress answered and continued on her way.
"Damn, Jesse is probably searching for me." JoAnn reached inside her purse and pulled out her cell phone. Sure enough, there were several missed calls from him.
"Okay, girl. Pull yourself together. It's not that bad. Jesse will understand. He'll be mad but he'll understand." JoAnn tried to convince herself of her own words. There was no logical reason for what she'd done and she knew it.
"I have to get Jesse to understand that I just made a mistake and I'll make all of this up to him. He'll accept that. I'll just tell him how sorry I am and that it will never happen again." JoAnn sat in her seat for another hour talking to herself and thinking so hard that her stomach turned sour. She finally got herself together, took a deep breath and headed up to their room to apologize.
JoAnn placed her door key inside the slot. When she crossed the threshold, she could hear Jesse on the phone. Once inside the room, she froze. Jesse sounded as if he was on the phone with the bank.
"Are you sure there was no deposit or wire transfer placed into the account?"
She peeked around the corner. Jesse's back was toward her and he hadn't heard her come in. JoAnn took a few steps forward and noticed that he had opened up the room safe.
Damn, she thought. He already knows the money is gone.
"Are you sure that there isn't some mistake? The money should have hit the account yesterday."
JoAnn felt nauseous. Jesse finally turned and acknowledged her.
"Never mind. Thank you for your help. My wife's here. I'll ask her for the confirmation receipt and call you back," Jesse said and hung up the phone. "Where have you been?"
"Don't yell at me," JoAnn whined as she sat down at the foot of the bed. "I'm getting a headache."
"Where have you been?" Jesse asked with a calmer tone. "I need your help. I've called the bank and they have no record of money being deposited. Give me the wire transfer receipt so that I can help them track where the money is."
"Jesse, baby." JoAnn looked at him as teardrops raced down her cheeks.
"JoAnn, where is the receipt?" he asked again with a little more authority.
"It's hard to explain." Her voice trembled.
"Where is the money, JoAnn?" Jesse folded his arms across his chest and waited for an answer.
"I was just trying to win a little extra money for us, that's all. I had good intentions." JoAnn's words came out in spurts.
"JoAnn! What the fuck are you talking about?" Jesse shouted and waved his arms like a madman.
"Just calm down, baby. I'm going to make it up to you. I promise."
"JoAnn, where in the fuck is the eight thousand, five hundred dollars that I asked you to deposit?" Jesse began clenching his fists.
"I blew it, okay? I'm sorry." JoAnn began to slap her head with the palms of her hands as if she were trying to beat some sense into her brain. "I didn't know
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