I determined I had to go back and talk to Karen. Part 2 So I walked over there and knocked on her door after turning around like 6 times backing out. ...ut I finally did I needed answers I needed to understand what was wrong with me. She answered the door gave me a weird smirk and said she told me to never come back and what the hell did I want. I replied that I wanted to just talk and ask her something. She mumbled something about at least I used the door this time and wasn’t being a little. ”“Real?”“Yes.” It wasn’t. He, I’m sure, knew that. He also knew, I was sure, from watching me case him and his car, that I knew who he was—what his real name was.He pulled into another, larger county park and drove into the far end of a secluded parking lot, where he turned the Lincoln around, which wasn’t easy—it was one humongous big land boat—and backed it up to the edge of a little dell.“Get on out, and come around to the trunk,” he said, as he opened his door, got out. Without fanfare, he. He stepped inside. The bar seemed empty at first, but then he realised there were several dimly lit figures sat in booths lining the wall. Although the lighting was clear, something kept the booths shadowy. A movement behind the bar drew his attention & he saw a man stood watching him. The man was huge - 6ft7" with a skin that was either heavily tanned or betraying a middle eastern background. Connors could clearly see he was well-muscled as he was wearing a black leather waistcoat that hung. The main reason for the visit was to hit up the gambling casino run by the Oneida Indians. Casino gambling had been allowed for years in the United States on Native American Indian Reservations. Khrystiana was a bit reticent about reasons for the invite but I was happy to accept. We made plans for that Saturday with me bringing the wine and the girls taking care of the dinner.Saturday came and I found myself once more sitting with two absolutely beautiful Scandinavian women. Over dinner, I.