Randall Cutler was grinding the glassware, and the shine on the collection of glasses in front of him was evidence of his success in that endeavor. He...noted the raised beer glass down the bar from where he was standing, raised it was, in the universal signal for needed service. He put down his towel and headed toward the well-dressed club member’s location.“Mister Hanson, need another one,” he said.“Yes, Randall my man that would be a very big affirmative,” said Carlton Hanson. The bartender. Her barefoot tapped lightly in the air as she clutched her coffee cup with both hands. Justin resumed his position leaning back on the countertop. He also sipped his coffee. "I submitted my resume and stuff. The guy never got back to me."Christina frowned. "Justin. You can't just wait around. This is the real world, honey! You need to reach out to him and get his attention."Justin nodded. He understood. But he was overwhelmed with how hard it was going to be. "I guess so." No, Justin. Not 'you. When can we expect you to repay the debt?”Jean stood proudly before the Count and replied confidently, “Many good men died while others stayed here, safe in their beds and courts. I lost more than just men. I lost good friends and loyal servants. Their families need to be compensated for their loss. I will leave on the morrow for Paris to secure payment from the King for my efforts in serving his endeavor in Scotland, as well as compensation for the families of the men who died in his service.. He continued, "And ma'am, it's not my bumpy road, it's yours. I just try to keep the bad things from happening on it."He started to turn away, and then spun back to face her, again grasping the sliver of window the rose from the door. "By the way ma'am, it is illegal to drive shoeless in this state. Please put them on. Thank you ma'am."Karen obediently bent across the seat and grabbed at her sandals on the passenger-side floor. She felt the seat of her bikini riding into the cleft of her ass..