I am a plumber by trade so I had disposable income but no female companion to spend it on.So to get on with the story I was driving around and by chan...e I happened to pass a strip club and the thought occurred ,”perhaps Il wet my whistle” so I decided to go in. Now for those of you who watch television in new York city this is the strip club with the aliens in the commercial but other than that lets just say that it is a very well known club. luckily I found parking and walked down the block to. Fortunately, speed was not of the essence on this mission.I had not heard anything from David’s direction, so I figured that he was having the same kind of luck that I was having. I moved on to my next target. I was able to follow the same routine and also eliminated this sentry with his only noise being a grunt as the bolt hit him. I recovered my bolt and headed back to the rear door of the tavern as David and I had agreed to do.I guess that I should have been embarrassed because David was. "Sir," the man reported, his voice muffled by the gas mask, "I beg to report there's a skunk in the Regimental barracks!" Would it be that skunk?" Whitefeather enquired pleasantly, pointing to the tame creature in the cook's arms, happily devouring the apple slice.The man took in the amused faces around the cook, and the white-striped furry menace to society innocently masticating in front of him. He ripped off his gas mask to reveal the face of Private Charles Boucherville. He tried. “I’ll go”.Alex went back to the window and pulled back the net curtain, wondering if maybe they could somehow alert the authorities without being discovered. There was hardly any doubt that he was on benefits. Scrounging from the state because he knew he could get away with it. He put his hand out, the government gave him free money, the taxpayers complained, but nothing was ever done about it. He kept crying poverty, and begged on the streets, his sad face pleading with people for a cup of.