The situation could only be described as strange and I began to hope that this would all be over soon. Having time to think to myself made me realize...how uncomfortable this entire situation felt and at this point I was ready for it to be over. A few minutes went by as I sat in this room, sipping my drink, pondering my predicament until finally, Hannah returned and she was not alone. With her were two large black guys, football-looking types. Hannah began talking, “Hey s*s, I told these two. She also regretted losing the services of the babysitter because she was a good girl with the kids and good babysitters are hard to find these days. It just so happened that Gloria got promoted to assistant manager at the bank right about the same time and she now had to work longer hours. The fact that Tom was still unemployed despite his desperate casting about for a job in almost every possible place within commuting distance added to her determination to be the primary "breadwinner" for the. Larry did a slow dance with Kelly, and I saw him cop a feel of her butt. I couldn't wait to tell him he was feeling up a twelve-year-old.Only two people recognized Kelly. The first was Mikee. She was dancing with her current boyfriend, whose name I didn't know, and did a double-take worthy of a classic TV show like Dick Van Dyke or Mary Tyler Moore. Her mouth hung open as she watched me walk her little sister out onto the floor and start dancing.The other person was Kenny. He came over about. By night, I’m something else entirely. I am performing voluntary community service by taking out the trash, folks. Someone’s got to do it. Right now, I’m at the O’Shea Tavern, a working-class Irish bar located in Boston’s South End. I’ve been going there for years. Lots of cops, corrections officers and ex-cops go there. I’m a regular. No one gives me a second look. I stand six feet two inches tall, with light brown skin, long curly black hair and pale green eyes. I’m a third-generation police.