Before she knew it she had almost finished the second beer and the main group were about to come on stage. Excited she downed the rest of the beer and...chucked the plastic. She heard someone tut, she turned to see the guy from the bar stood close behind her.“Shouldn’t litter” He said smirking, his blue eyes piercing into hers.“What can I say? I’m a bad girl.” She smiled back and turned around.The band came on stage and the large crowd cheered, everyone pushed forward and all of a sudden the bar. Joe was angry and decided to fight them on behalf of the little guy who doesn’t have an army to support him. Joe’s army of mothers with children and men of white and blue collars filled the store and the sidewalk outside. The police were called (some were members of Joe’s army, too) and reporters (more members of Joe’s army) arrived with their satellite trucks wanting to know the reason for the mob scene. It wasn’t worth the bad press of having so many of Joe’s followers, people who would. We were debating whether to try somewhere else or go back to our room when a familiar face entered the bar. I did a double take – it was my brother.He didn’t see us immediately but scanned the room for attractive women, as he always does, then his eyes came to rest on May’s visible stocking tops. As he trailed his eyes up from there to cleavage and then face there was a visible shock as he recognised first May and then me.He came over and when asked told us he just popped in for a beer prior to. I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a hug."What's up, Princess?" "Nothing" she snuggled up to me. I closed my eyes but the minute I did I felt soft lips on mine, and a hand on my chest. Shocked, I grabbed hold of her shoulder and pushed her away from me. "Jesus, Cherie" I gasped. "What the hell are you doing?" I felt you get hard up against me when you were sleeping Dad. I thought I might be able to help" I stared at her and she gazed back at me solemnly. She meant it. "Cherie, oh Cherie,".