The place was a nice neighborhood bar and one beerled to five and soon I was buzzing along just fine.The people were friendly and the conversation was...nteresting, or at least it was plentiful. There was thisguy sitting a stool away from me, his name was Ray and hewas a real talker. When he brought up Carla’s name Iwasn’t sure exactly what he was talking about.Everyone at the bar seemed to know who she was and theyrolled their eyes or hooted when I asked what Ray meantwhen he said. She wrote everything in longhand on tags, but of course no one knew what had been promised. I asked if it was ok for me to bring in the extra pc from home and put the tag info into it. She shrugged and went back to the office. I managed to get all the bikes promised for Tuesday and Wednesday done that afternoon, and started on a couple with bent frames. She didn’t have the jigs we needed and said money was real tight when I asked about getting them. I told her my friend Boris worked at a big. She didn't want me to call anyone cops hospital or a family member. I said sorry for entering her house but I don't go for that she told me her name was Jessica and thank me I told her no problem she gave me a hug as she was crying I was rubbering her back for comfort. Told after 30 minutes I need to get back to bed and if you need anything call me or bang on the wall 3x. So next day I get home from work Jessica knocks on my door to tell me thank you I ask her in we each had a beer she start. I grinned at Jean, giving her a subtle thumbs-up sign and whispered, "Boy, I'd love to sidle up behind her and grab her hips."She smiled and rolled her eyes as if to say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah... we know."Sensing she wanted to chat, I sat back in my chair and sipped my coffee, looking at her over the rim of the cup. Her hair was wind blown and her shirt was a little damp from our last sprint. Looking at her breasts, I admired her nipples. Despite wearing a sports bra - she'd flashed me that morning.