They won’t stop knocking.It feels like someone turned up the volume on earth’s gravity. I feel so heavy. It takes everything I’ve got just to ge... out of bed. It’s a struggle just to make my way to the door. As I open it, the light of the sun blinds me. Bright blue eyes with strands of dark brown hair covering one side of her face while the other side is buzzed. Steampunk style. Her creamy caramel skin looks as smooth as ever.“Dave, I’m so sorry. For everything.” Her eyes fill with water as she. I could see he noticed my facial expression. He explained to the caller an emergency had come up and he needed to deal with something immediately.“Miss Martin you know better than to enter my office like that. You’re asking for a reprimanding. I don’t think I need to remind you how I have no problem with discipline, even if you are 21 I will punish you mercilessly if necessary. I do not tolerate insubordination.”“Yes sir. I’m sorry sir. I just……well…….I wanted to know ……….if you’re not. "What will you have stranger?" A pretty little blonde bartender in nice black shirt vest and black slacks asked.Seeing what the nearest man had been drinking he pointed at it. The drink was a hard whiskey. The lady poured and all the men who happened to glance over at him were impressed when he just downed it unfazed. Sitting there Diun wondered what the purpose of the drink was. It held a slight warmth going down but that had been it.Looking at the other men he saw varied degrees of reactions. ’ Martha said. ‘Good idea.’ Sandy said. Martha made the call to her Dad and explained the situation to him. He was supportive and asked if he should attend the hearing, as moral support for her. She said, ‘Yes. Thanks, Daddy.’ That night John and Sandy slept in the master bedroom. Karen and Bill slept in Karen’s bedroom. Donna, Martha and Jennifer shared the bedroom we were going to designate as the guest room. Dad kept a roll-away bed in the basement that we had moved into that room when.