“That shouldn’t be a problem,” I agreed, especially since, lately, we seemed to head east sometime between the 7th and 14th of January each year...“Could you take care of our money and supplies again?” he asked.“I can do that,” I agreed. It hadn’t been much different last year since the manager of the fur company in St. Louis took care of most of the work of ordering their supplies. I just carried the list of what they wanted and their emergency gold in case what they earned for the furs didn’t. "I shrugged. "True. Their real father died over a year ago. Three weeks ago their mother, a woman I loved more than anything, died in that stupid pickup related riot at the mall. They are all I have of her, and I'm all they have."I was putting my CAP card back when the blond ripped it out of my hand, putting it under some scanner. She looked at it in increasing disbelief and then handed the card and scanner to her friend who appeared puzzled."This can't..." the dark haired girl. I am not blind. I saw the way you were looking at my every move. I enjoyed the attention and even teased you,” said Frankie.“Let me describe you in one word, ravishing. I look into your eyes and I get lost and your red lips I would lick and then kiss them. What caught my attention was your beautiful legs.”“Zak, I guess I should not ask you what is on your mind,” said Frankie.We both had a good laugh.“I need to change my seat because my eyes keep focusing on your legs and I want to see. Although Innocence wasn’t paid at all well, she knew that she was earning substantially more than most of these others mostly in recognition of her unsociable working hours, and it must be admitted, for her physical beauty. It would not do for a night club like the Fierzehn to employ unattractive bar staff: the custom would probably shift elsewhere if they did. There was one evening of the week when the night club didn’t require Innocence to work behind the night club, because it was generally.