He helps out if I need it. Jules was a Marine in Vietnam, and he kinda likes things peaceful. Not many guys mess with Jules.” I wouldn’t want to t...ke on Jules either. The big man sitting at the end of the bar sipping his beer was about six-five and I guessed him at close to three hundred. “I see what you mean. You sure this guy didn’t come in, even for a couple minutes?” “Look, this is a little bar. I’d have seen him if he came in. Besides, why would a stranger come in here? These guys would. It had been a long time for me. A little too long maybe, but she...Never mind.Just succeeding in not waking her in the process, I got up from her bed. After one last look, I shut the door to her room leaving it unlatched so not to disturb her. I padded down the hall and walked into the foyer. As you may recall, dear reader, that was where the two of us had deposited our clothing. The AC felt too cool on my exposed genitals and rear, plus I had never learned to feel comfortable flapping around. “She’ll be gone a while.”You followed Denise into her room, always a little overwhelmed by the decorative scheme. It was all covered in typical girly crap like supermodel magazine cutouts, pink things, and a sweet perfume scent, but it was punctuated with hints of paranormal subculture like Crowley and Levi. A dark poster depicting nothing but white letters that said BELIEVE. She had a wall half-covered in chalkboard paint, and a couple lines of poetry and some symbols written on it. Her closet. I took it, pretended to take a sip of it while noticing that Ripley was watching me intently to see if I noticed anything wrong with the drink. When I didn't make a weird face or spit it out she said:"Won't be long now sweetie and they will all be gone and you can scratch the itch I've had for the last four or five hours. Don't be so drunk and out of it that you can't get it up, okay?"I nodded an okay, pretended to take another sip of the drink as she got back to her guests.What the hell was.