by Tiffany Sheridan

Created on: November 07, 2008   Last Updated: November 26, 2011

Michael was running late and his parents were never going to let him hear the end of it. This would make the third Sunday in a row that Michael barely made it to the families Methodist church before the sermon started. He pushed his BMW close to 65 mph, the speed limit was 55 but he knew he was well like by most of the town and could talk his way out of a ticket. He pulled into a parking spot across the street from the church and dodged the steady traffic. He slipped into the pew next to his mother as the preacher started the first of today's prayers. His mother gave him a look that clearly let him know she was a disappointed in his tardiness.

Michael was almost 28 years old but you would think he was still a young boy living at home with the way that his parents controlled or at least tried to control his life. He did everything in his power to appease his parents and for the most part he actually enjoyed doing it to. He had gone to the same college as his parents had attended even studied the same subject. He was a pediatrician by trade following in his father's footsteps. His father, known to most of the town as Dr. John because let's face it Meicklejohn is a mouthful, had high hopes that Michael would one day take over the family practice. Michael was happy to oblige in this wish as soon as his father was ready to retire.

Michael sat through the Sunday service as he has every Sunday of his life and he did his best to stay awake. While Michael isn't the type to party he had went to a friend's poker game last night and had over done it a bit. Michael was an outstanding citizen for the most part he didn't drink, smoke, or sleep around but he had his pitfalls too. One that he enjoyed more than most was gambling. He loved to put money on just about everything he could from the horse races and poker to something as simple as who would finish their coffee first. He saw nothing wrong with it, he was lucky enough were he hadn't lost much money, not that it mattered because he had plenty of the stuff.

It was an hour later when Michael got back in to his BMW and headed toward the Green Fern Country Club. This was another Meicklejohn tradition to follow through on, lunch at the country club each Sunday. Michael loved his life of leisure and the many luxuries that came along with being a highly paid doctor from a well known family. He couldn't help it he had known no other way. He checked his Breitling watch, worth $13,000, which he took for payment form one of his

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