We are all friends here, or sort of’For my surprise, me and the guys got pretty much along, even if we just met. They shared their troubles with wom...n and people and I shared all the bad feelings and my bad time I had after Jake betrayed me. I guess they made me very secure talking about my life with them. But, as soon I got too much acquainted with Colin and the fellas, something ran inside my mind.“I think we are to hit the hay. Want us to take you home, Irma... if you feel alright to. Across the room Pritkin (as he now liked to be called) watched her take a sip of another beer. His eyes travelled down her enticing neck and further, taking in the full sight of her. That was her third beer, and if she had another one in the next half hour he knew she’d be well on her way to drunk. Pritkin smiled slightly to himself, thinking that she could definitely hold her alcohol for a tiny Asian chick, and then his brow furrowed as he thought that even she wouldn’t be able to properly. ”“Your uncle? I thought you said you had a friend here.”She smiled. “Tony’s not my real uncle; he served in the 101st Airborne with my dad, they were best friends. I called him Uncle Tony while I was growing up.” She pointed. “Park over there and let’s go in.”“We can’t, Leah. That’s not the kind of place people like us go to; people like me, especially.”“It will be fine, Roger, trust me; I trusted you, now it’s your turn.”What could I say? I couldn’t let her go in alone… not that I’d be much. She was with a couple of girl friends when she saw it. She didn't dare buy it with them along. She had no intention of letting anyone know what she was planning on doing with Hank. She returned later that day and purchased it. It fit like a dream.Hank nearly embarrassed himself when he saw her but he managed not to rush things.When they finished and lay in each other's arms, Hank told Carla how much he loved her. He told her he never wanted to be with another woman and how much the gift of her.