There were only two Pool companies in the county, and both were owned by bandits. He made her promise to call him first if she had another problem. He...heard his first fight between she and her husband that night.In the last five years he'd helped with problems around their home many times. He'd been to parties and barbecues over there and had them over to his place. But only because of her. Mort was an asshole, through and through. From the top of his already bald head to the tips of his hairy. Another man release him from his handcuffs and attached a dog collar to his neck. He face was positioned in front of the bowl and he was f***ed to drink the piss which had come from his ass. As he resisted, he was beat with a thick whip until he finally obeyed and lapped up every drop. Mike and Rob decided to leave at this point in the show. They went back to the main barroom. In a corner near the front a lone teen sat on the benches. He was d***k or stoned or both. He had dark hair and very. Normal 9 to 5 types, their work done and there were retail workers, finished for the day and pretending for now that they did not have to go back to work in the morning. Michael took it all in, the wage slaves paying for drinks for the women that flocked to Charlie’s for just that reason. He smiled to himself and took another swallow of his scotch. At forty, Michael, sat on the stool at the end of the bar and watched the ebb and flow of the crowd, not interested more than aesthetically in the. We need someone who is known to the Aos Si to take charge of receiving them and moving them from here. Also to take care of the paperwork needed. There will need to be trucks to move it from here to Dublin or where ever the ale is to be sold," Katie told them."Since the Aos Si are familiar with Mr. Feeney already, we suggested that he be their contact here and run the distribution center," Katie told them. "What do you think, Fergus?" Aye ... Fergus. I like that name," the gnome said."You would.