’‘I don’t think so, sir, as Lucy and Amelia were both experienced enough to-‘‘Amelia?’ interrupted my old mentor. ‘Surely you don’t me...n that the lovely young wench Amelia Fenland partook of the delicacies of the feasts of love?’‘Well, yes, sir. I must apologise for mentioning a lady’s name in such a context,’ I stammered.‘Yes, to be sure, you must hold your tongue about such affairs,’ said Doctor White. ‘However, no damage is done as I shall not repeat your indiscretion. I am a little shocked. “Girls, now!” Red Hawk pressed again. “I have business to deal with.” zia set the boards down next to me as she slithered upwards tears brimming her eyes as she jumped to her feet. May zia leave please she doesn’t want any blood spilled. She loves this Tavern and is sorry she caused trouble in it. I’d had enough by then, I stood up an looked Red Hawk in the eye. “No Red Hawk, I don’t think so.” I I really thought we could talk this over and we could all go away happy. I was wrong. Even before. Having had a life of freedom, ending up in my mid 30s living with my parents in a small town was not the best. I had no contacts and few friends left from my younger days. It was like coming back from Mars, my long-time girlfriend from long ago was happily married and didn’t want to talk and everyone else had moved on. Needless to say I was pretty lonely and pretty broke. I’d applied for a couple of jobs and had been turned down, the usual, too much experience, not enough local experience, you. I didn't know for sure, since this wasn't my usual stomping or driving grounds near dinnertime.I'd just completed my second impersonation of Dr. Fleischmann, the breast enlargement/reduction specialist. The first time had been in his office, with a prospective patient. This time, it was in Dr. Crumholtz's office with Miss Perfect Tits, Case number C-19871114-002, also known as Norma, Inga's best friend. By manipulating Dr. Crumholtz, Norma got precisely what she wanted - me. Okay, I'll admit.