One for the Money
by G.R. Richards
“Put your money in the pot, boys!” Every lunch hour looked the same: a circle jerk, a bar bet, a gamble. It started at one dollar, then grew to five, then ten, now twenty. Expensive lunch, if you lost. The competition was nothing complicated. When Chester gave the word, the guys unzipped their flies, whipped ‘em out, and went wild until they blasted. First to come is the winner!