The usual horny guys came and went, some of whose fake IDs were laughable. Now, I'm not naive and lesbians did come into the place occasionally, but w...en I saw the two walking through the door last Saturday night, my jaw literally dropped. They were slim, tight, and showing just enough skin to make my brain say "show me more!" As I checked their IDs, the blonde of the two (whose driver's licence said was named Demi) asked me if there were any girls I'd recommend.I grinned as I handed her. An empty chair opened up next to him and Elena promptly claimed it, signaling to the bartender for another round. She scooped her head under to try and look Rude in the face, but he was having nothing of it. She sighed. ‘You’re still upset, aren’t you?’ Rude said nothing, taking the second shot quicker than the first. The first was reaching its ethylated fingers around his brain, a low buzz brewing at his cheeks. ‘Hey.’ She punched him gently in the arm. ‘It’s not really the end of the world.’. "So what are you goin to do about it, you English dandy?" You're discharged Mr. Billings. Leave Astor Manor at once." You old fool. You think you can run me off?Zach slowly stood and let his hand hang close to the butt of his Colt. "If Sir Gerald can't get rid of you, I can," he said.Billings was surprised to see that Zach carried a pistol. He hesitated, growled, and drew his gun. Before he could raise his weapon, a shot echoed off the walls of the dining room. Zach's Colt had a wisp of gray. Ellie took me into the family room and showed me the fan. She already had a ten-foot aluminum ladder set up under it and as soon as I saw the fan I knew what the trouble was. She had the same fan that I had in my house and the damn thing had too many electrical components, some of which acted very strangely to power outages. The wall switch was a rheostat that turned the fan on and off and set the three speed at which the fan turned. There were two switches on the fan itself, one that selected.