She'd only seen him briefly Friday, as she was closing the boat up, he'd come to offer her his congratulations, and she'd hugged him impulsively, a ge...ture he'd returned.One thing she did on Saturday was hard to decide to do. Dillon and the Gunny had both told her that her hair could not reach her collar. Lenore weighed her options – too short to put into a bun, really, and so she had had it cut to just above her collar, much like Sandy wore hers.Sunday had seen her get a call from Barbara. “Now Owen, we could come to an arrangement, I’m sure. After all, we’re friends, and friends help each other, do they not?”“Yes, yes of course they do, Mt Tate.” Owen said, almost desperately “Well then perhaps, we could help each other now. I’ll allow you more time on the money you owe me, and in return, you could do a little something for me,” Sean continued.“I would, but what?” Owen asked.“Well, I have a planning application, perhaps you could see it passes quickly…” Sean let the thought. I slipped on to the seat and asked if it was taken. “No,” One of the guys responded. The other guys didn’t say a word. The bartender, who I casually knew as “Tom” asked what I wanted to drink. He smiled a wry smile, as I asked for a gin and tonic, with an extra olive. “Going big time tonight with the extra olive, are we?” Tom asked. “Yeah,” I replied, “Maybe I’ll get lucky and actually score.” Tom winked and replied, “Well judging from what you’ve got on, it looks like you’re more than. ’ ‘Just the two of us? Your shitting me?’ ‘Hardly.’ Fifteen hours later, I was introduced to the King, a huge man of at least three hundred pounds who stood seven feet tall. He was wearing all that King shit, including the long purple cape. I was grabbed in a bear hug. ‘There is nothing that I will not do for you,’ he said, as he kissed me on both cheeks.’ ‘Right now, I would go for some food.’ Turning on his heal, the King beckoned me to follow him. In the next room was enough food to feed an.