Gambler

Mark won at the tables again. In their room, the chips were piled 2' high on the small table. He had never like a streak like this. "We're going to get out of our dump. Our luck's changed, and it's all happening now," he said, as they lied in the lumpy bed. He rubbed his hands, tried to dress smarter so he could play on the bigger tables, as he ventured once again to the casino floor.
But Lisa knew, with each victory, each score, each jackpot, he was calculating how he could escape. Other women had noticed his victories and hovered around him, clinging. Soon, he would add another chip to the pile, turn to her and say that it's over. All this wealth would buy a different path through life.