"So this is your biker bar?" she asked wrinkling her nose as she stared at Bennie's dilapidated façade. "It doesn't look like much." Oh I assure you ...t's even worse than it looks," I chuckled. "Well, maybe not really worse than it looks. Bennie spends a lot of money to keep the outside looking this bad. He says it's part of the mystique. Actually it's a nice place; the food is decent and Bennie lets us reprobates hang out which is a lot more than most places do, so it's a little like home away. As for the women, while he had high hopes with respect to Sandrine, Roger had no expectation that Mistress Heathcoate would carry her apparent interest any further than her smile.Sandrine ignored his evident confusion and gave him no mercy as she worked him as hard as she could over kitchen vocabulary. He could barely remember au jus, and that only because they used the same term in English to describe a roast served in its juices.He thought he detected levity in Sandrine’s words, however, and. Or maybe she just imagined he understood her heart. Sherry hadn’t thought about the fence in a long time. After Bob left to be with the mother of his child, the playground was too much to bear. The day the fence went up she’d stayed in bed, depressed. No more would she have to look out onto the field of children, heart broken. Then the baseballs began to collect in the yard, and she softened. The gate and bell were installed. Instructions to ring the bell before entering were posted on the. Then dressed in humped backs with masks on their headsof the famous monsters that Hollywood made,Started getting the thrills for which they had paid.Put the light in each window and put up the shadeThen went to their meeting in Old Thompson's GladeTo meet with The Shredder who really was Paul,To begin their ride at the start of nightfall,To spread their message: "Be VERY afraid!"And out in their houses, adults layOn couches with remotes and the TV onWatching with glee their favorite.