"Looks like were gonna get some rain." Yeah," Jackie replied, "how much farther is the drive?" Well, normally about 45 minutes, but if that rain is as...bad as it looks from here, it could take twice that." Damn." You in a hurry," Mark smiled."Aren't you?" Well yeah. I mean I just find you again after 20 years and then I got to fight a two hour drive in the rain before I get my hands on you. Yeah I'm in a hurry."Jackie laughed, "Hey, just enjoy the anticipation." Damn, even the gas is slow," Mark. He was sprayed with something to make his skin look very wet and the guests were shooting suction-cup guns at him and keeping score of how long the "bullets" stuck to his skin, but also tallying points for the most creative targets.The next wall over was difficult to see as it was mostly dark, except for bright flashes of light every so often, and on the other wall was a box full of about 1 inch round holes all over it. The point of that game was for the guests to push an item of their choice. It was nearing the end of the day and my schedule looked pretty clear so I settled down for the last few hours of work. Almost fifteen minutes later a customer arrived at my door looking worried. She was a curvy brunette in her work attire, a matching jacket and skirt. I asked her into my office and she sat in front of me and began to explain her issue. After almost thirty minutes we were getting ready to wrap up but I needed one more item in our empty office before she left. I headed down. Now, several years later destiny had split them apart, but they still met once a month in the same old pub in spite of gloomier times and economic slump.Even the recent legislation that was quickly turning the lives of American women for the worst didn't make them forfeit the meetings, on the contrary, it reinforced the need for the camaraderie to face difficult times."The usual while you wait, girls?" Alice, their customary attendant placed the menus on the table."Yes, Alice," answered Barb..