A new start in life

“In life, finding a voice is speaking and living the truth. Each of you is an original. Each of you has a distinctive voice. When you find it, your story will be told. You will be heard.”

John, living outside Boston, being your average accountant working with Gillette, had gone through a messy divorce and decided he needed a change in his life. He had always worked hard, kept out of trouble, his ex-wife knew the right people slept with the right people and had a distinct advantage in a divorce settlement. He felt she only married him for his money. She got half the family home, which she offered to buy him out.
Where the hell did she get enough money to buy him out?
Turns out she was sleeping with the bastard lawyer that was her divorce attorney.
He no longer cared as depression guided his decision making.

John quit his job, and decided Las Vegas was a place to build a new life.
John was gathering his things with a moving company, he had all is clothes packed in eight boxes. He was entitled to the furniture; his wife was buying all new. The movers asked do we move the grand piano. No, leave it. How about the dining room, living room furniture? No, leave it. Anything else sir?, said the movers. No, just the boxes.
As he walked out of the home, he noticed a small vase she had loved. He picked it up dumped the water on the beautiful hardwood floor, and took the vase.

John found a place on the east side of Vegas, Henderson, a community of your average middle income families.
He enrolled in dealers school, and got a job in several of the casinos as a part-time dealer, until he was offered a full time job. John, being good with figures excelled in games like roulette. Being a handsome middle-aged man in Las Vegas is an advantage because they attract the older women, who tend to spend money.
Several women including the unhappy married ones were attracted to John, but he would go out one time and not again. There was a cocktail waitress that was built well, large breast, and a perfect face with makeup beautiful eyes. Lydia moved from the New England area, so they had something in common.
John felt she was a loner, because no one would be friends with her during breaks. Her name was Lydia. The two hit it off, John was somewhat shy to ask, but they agreed to meet for breakfast.