Three horses that couldn't lose! Three sure bets. s**t! She tore up her tickets and threw them on the ground. All the money she had made yesterday was gone and she didn't have a damn thing to show for it. And there was still the seventh race to go and Blackie's Tyree was going off at 12 to 1 and Susan was certain that he couldn't lose. Sure, she'd had a run of bad luck, but it was going to turn - she could feel it. She needed to find some money quick; she only had about fifteen minutes to get her bet down on Blackie. She looked around and in less than ten seconds she found what she was looking for; a man of about forty who was staring at her with a look on his face that was saying, "Boy, I sure would like some of that."
"Come on Little Andy, Mommy's got to do it again," she said to the ei
