A pang of guilt hits me as the barman refuses to take payment, informing me it’s a free bar for funeral goers. ‘Hey, you made it! All by yourself...too, good boy!’ Ruth is suddenly smiling up at me cheekily, both hands balancing cups and saucers of treacle coloured tea. ‘Hold on a wee minute, I just need to go water the grannies, get me a glass of white wine, back in a tick!’ True to her word she returns, before her wine has even been poured. We take a seat on the stools lining the bar and her. Many people would have preferred that Mr. Jerome Fischer be served up to the nearest junk yard dog as dinner for a three day weekend. In short, many, many people thought Mr. Jerome Fischer was a snake!Jerome Fischer took over the operation of Harriman's General Store on September first. He retained the four employees that were working that day, three women and a young man that worked part time after school to clean up the place. Everything went fairly well until the week following Thanksgiving. I put my one hand inside my pants and started to jerk off. Then this happened to my luck, after washing she came to put the clothes to dry it off, as she came near the compound, she noticed me peeping through the window. She didn’t mind and she went inside after outing the clothes to dry it. After 5 mins I got text on my WhatsApp, she asking me if I was stalking her. I said no, and then I made up mind to tell her that she looked awesome in that red saree today. She said thank you and she told. They seem interested in some new looking pile of yuck. OK. Where the fuck do I go?I decided that if I get to his work area. Hell he may be there. Hiding with his buds. He sure loved his “boys” his group of guy friends I never met them of course. I was his little secret. He used to talk about them like they were his family. I have never really experienced long time friends like that. I think he may have tried to rescue them or go to them. From memory I run down the streets that lead.