There are no side streets in Las Vegas but Scott turned a corner and there seemed to be less neon and blinking lights. He spied an entrance with a simple painted sign that said “The Marquesa’s Crystal Palace.” And displayed on boards on either side of the entrance were photos of some very beautiful women …

Scott was what you would call a hell raiser. A hard drinker, he often got into fights when he was drunk and won most of them. He also liked to push women around after he had had a drink or two . . . and tonight, he felt like a drink or two ….

Once inside Scott took a seat at a table and looked quickly at the menu placed there, hardly noticing the imprint: “The Crystal Palace, A MarquesaCo Enterprise.”

…. of course even if he had noticed he wouldn’t have known what it meant anyway. Read more…