" Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way, for now at least. Let's go have a glass of lemonade and see what happens next."The lemonade was perfect... just as it was in Shelley's hotel. It was made with fresh lemons, sugar, ice and carbonated water. It was made one glass at a time. It must have been a resort trademark. When the waitress came back I expected a bill at least. Instead she said, "Mr. Burke. Mr Sanchez would like to speak with you Sir." Now that is a much more pleasant invitation. John paid the cover charge and they went in.The place was dimly lit. Of course it was, that’s what rough seedy bars always look like. It smelled of booze, old sweat and cigarette smoke. There was a bar along the left side and a few tables s**ttered around. The stage was right in the middle of the floor, flooded with light.The woman up on stage had to be in her forties. Or maybe she was younger, but had lived a rough life of booze and pills. Her hair looked like a rat’s nest. She stared. " I want to know if I can do it." It?" "You know, put your thing in me. I rub myself after reading a favorite book of mine. The girls do it all the time and want to do it more." Are you sure you know what you are asking?" Yes I am sure. I lay down with my legs spread and you get on top of me and put your thing in me and squirt in me. Am I right?" Well that is it basically but are you really sure what you are talking about? You are very small." I am not small between my legs. I am bigger then a. ‘We’re leaving in just a bit, Carlos. What can I do for you?’ ‘Not a damn thing, Doc,’ Carlos said. ‘Just up here for a little pre-flight liftin’. Saw your car outside, figured you was in here.’ Tim waited. Carlos said nothing. ‘And?’ ‘And, I just wanted to check on you.’ ‘Touching,’ Tim said, shaking his head and looking back down at his notebook. ‘Really.’ ‘C’mon, Doc,’ Carlos said. ‘You know I didn’t know anything.’ ‘Do you know anything now?’ ‘I know everything now,’ he replied. ‘Your boy.