’ ‘Here.’ He said, handing me one of his nasty menthol cigarettes. Better than nothing I guess. My mouth twisted at the taste but soon the nicot...ne kicked in and it was tolerable. The car in front of us came to a stop. A wall kept it from coasting any farther. Slowly we approached the still running vehicle. I drew near the passenger seat. My eyes fell on the roof torn and bent out of shape. The door slammed open. My stomach churned from the blow and I staggered back out of breath. A little girl. " What are you talking about Gary?" she asked, suddenly very frightened,she was really noticing how others were controlling her life."Just doing my job," he said as pushed her away slightly.The realisation of what he was planning dawned. "Gary I...." she saidjust as he struck her neck rapidly knocking her unconscious."Maybe you ain't Ray Barker, he'd never have allowed me to do that,Ma'am," said Gary as he caught her limp, rag doll fall towards thefloor."Hups a daisy," he said to himself and he. Alfie said no, a lesson was thirty minutes. ‘I’m not going to make it, Alfie. It’s like the piano, I was hopeless with my fingering.’ Alfie said she just had to press on – who knows, something may just click and off she’ll go. He also hoped she would be better at fucking that she was playing a guitar or apparently the piano. ‘Play me something, Alfie.’ He began playing Eric Clapton’s ‘Tears in Heaven’ slyly knowing babes were a sucker for it after listening to that haunting song, he’d play it. If you order a third drink there your keys go into the fishbowl and he'll call either the taxi (if you're a local and can run a tab or have pocket cash) or the Sheriff's office if your bar tab was on plastic. To my knowledge, the Sheriff and her Deputies have never arrested anyone for just plain vanilla public intoxication and they're always cool with you unless you're starting trouble and will happily see to it that an over-served girl or two gets home safe without problems.I've met the.