"Well you're at an engagement party. At the bar, alone and guzzling down alcohol like prohibition is about to begin again. Usually means a person is n...wly single and having to bear the true love sediment an engagement party represents." "Or I could be an alcoholic," I countered. Her laugh was contagious. "This is true. Well, Kelly, are you an alcoholic?" "Only on the weekends. But, yes if you must know I am newly single, however it wasn't that much of a bad break-up, but the fact I am still. I knew it wasn’t Bull because he was all hot to trot with exporting me to his Mama to set up shop as his live in sex slave hoping to keep me around as long as possible because free pussy is hard to find in those places. That meant it was one of the others who turned me in as a foreign bitch that needed a lot of anal training to get me in line.The headman chastised me verbally and kicked me in my ass a few times. Since he was old enough to be my grandfather, I was not overly upset over it. You in to fresh and clean George?’ ‘To be frank,’ I said, ‘I don’t want your unwashed body in the bed that I shall be sleeping in when you’ve left.’ ‘Ah, its hygiene is it,’ she smirked. ‘Yes, if that how you want to put it. Now, since you’ve eaten my evening meal I shall get on and prepare myself something else, so if you wouldn’t mind…Oh, by the way, shouldn’t you go and get your things from upstairs?’ ‘Things? I’ve got all my things in the bag.’ I looked at the bag she had been carrying. ——– The next weekend we were on the back patio of the ‘Mountain Nest’, talking about the now-solved cold case. Bettina Wurtzburg had somehow gotten the scoop on the story, which got her a bit of national attention as the Big Media types just ran with her pieces instead of sending their own peeps here. Fine by me. My mother and Cindy were holding court talking about this one. Present to listen with utter fascination were the Chief and his wife, myself, Lt. Bill Hanson, Martin Nash and Sandra.