The pathways looked as if they had featured a hundred parades that have never been cleaned up after. Cigarette butts, and God knew what else, were cra...med in between the cobblestones. There were people crowding the pathways, either drunk or high, or running, or passed out. And of course, there were the people there for the ‘entertainment’ at the Honey Bee Inn, or one of the secondary establishments. Tifa shuddered at what might actually go on in those places, apart from the dancing and. ” We both explained we ran out the back door only to hear two gunshots from inside the bar.“Those Devil Fucks are a group of Vietnam veterans who heads were messed up during that war,” Captain Bob explained to us. “They terrorize bars in the area thinking that anyone or anything in there belongs to them especially women, I had warned Jack to be watchful for them,” he added.“Jack has spoken of Devils in Vietnam,” I replied looking to Captain Bob for answers.“You will have to ask Jack of that,”. “Wow… um… ok… I most certainly did not expect to hear anything of this sort.”I maintained a very nervous look on my face. Kate was still puzzled as to what was going on. She asked, “So, what’s the problem here? Aren’t all boys his age like that?”“Do all boys bring their friends home and dish out a group masturbation effort?”, I replied quickly.Kate exclaimed with a smile and said, “WHAT?” and she laughed for nearly a minute. “Oh mom, that’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard! Haha, that’s so. She reached under her top and pulled out a paper wallet and handed it to Allan. He put his wine glass down and opened the wallet. Inside were plane tickets for Ibiza for both of them. He looked at her quizzically. “Look at the flight dates” she said. Allan opened one of the tickets and saw the dates incorporated his birthday which was fast approaching. “Happy birthday!” Beth said as he looked back up at her, planting a big wet kiss on his confused face. “Look. We’ve got our own villa on a.