”“Uh thanks Dad,” Jeff said quickly as he opened his can and raised it in response to his Father’s toast. He took a drink of his beer glad to ...ee that his Dad had bought real beer and not some watered-down cheap beer.“You know when I turned eighteen my Uncle took me out and got me a hooker,” Martin said casually as he settled back in his seat.“Oh really,” Jeff said not really sure how to respond. He hoped that he wasn’t about to launch into some story about how it was when he was young.“Yeah he. We don’t need a POTS system, at all.”“A POTS system?” Jennifer said scrunching up her face.“I had to learn the expression the hard way myself, Jennifer, but POTS is high tech speak for a ‘Plain Old Telephone System,’ which is what the nerds call the old Ma Bell phone company. This office is 21st Century, Jenn,” she and Jennifer giggled together.“Jennifer ... Caroline starts classes in a couple of days ... are you prepared to start coming in and running things, without supervision? I’ll be in. I was well suited for the job. I’m a large man at six feet five inches and right near two hundred and fifty pounds. The battles in the war had left my face with a scar from my ear to my chin on the right side. Not many men liked me. Most feared me. The women avoided me. I had been in St. Louis for nearly two years when I became restless. I got that way sometimes. I had heard of the gold and silver mines in California and thought I would try my hand at getting rich. So, after collecting my pay,. It wouldn't suit but he could always fantasize. And if he found a nicely Alpha top and he didn't have to see the man's face, all the better.He looked up at a sign, deciding that this pub would do as well as any. It was obviously a gay bar and some of the men outside looked quite masculine, one even reminded him of that Muggle singing group, where all the men dressed in costume."'Scuse me, mate." He tried to move past a man dressed in leather, but the man caught his arm."Who might you be?" The.