More than two-hundred years ago...
Marcus participated in a high stakes game of chance at a rundown ale house in England. It wasn't in the best part of town, but the stakes were high and that's all Marcus cared about.
Wilson St. Clair was in over his head. He lost steadily all evening. The more he lost, the more he drank. When Marcus finally cleaned him out of his ready cash and a not-so-plush coach and four, he was ready to show some pity for the man.
St. Clair did not want to quit.
"You have nothing left to wager and I do not need another home. I need to leave soon, but before I do, I'd like to share some of the other delights on offer here."
St. Clair's speech was so sloppy it was hard to follow his words. "I have something you can't turn down. But you'll have to win her fair and s
