I called my assistant manager over to the bar. “Take over for a few minutes will ya? I need to get outside for some air. I‘ve never been accused o... shit like that.”“Go ahead, Megan. Take as much time as you need. I got this.”Outside, I took some deep breaths before lighting up a smoke. I needed to calm down.The bar was all I had in life. I got it in the divorce agreement. His sorry ass walked away with most everything else. We had to sell the house to pay off bills but he kept the new car for. Then again, it was his only daughter and he probably told her everything. She wondered if he told her how nice it was to bang her very own rump as hard as did the previous night. It was unlikely because he seemed the type to not discuss matters related to sex with a daughter with a sensitive past.Actually, she was suddenly relaxed and at ease because they were both chatting about things of topical concerns and not her conduct or her lack of dignity. Later, sipping the delicious coffee that. She had crushes on many boys in her class and a man crush on her male teachers. She was too shy to make conversation with anyone.She spent a lot of time at home and did a lot of fantasizing. She lived with her father and his girlfriend. Her mother died when she gave birth to Anna. Jasmine was much younger than her father. She pranced around the house and was treated like a princess. Anna was often jealous of the attention she got from her father.He treated Jasmine like the queen of the house.. "He needs a pod."The commander growled, but I merely nodded. "I think they all do," I said. "Unfortunately the pods are full right now with the more seriously hurt. Can you make him comfortable until a pod opens?"Bren nodded, as Jackson was lifted from the gurney and carried deeper into the medical bay. She gently maneuvered the commander so he could lie on the gurney and then raised the back to make him a bit more comfortable. "I'll have to get Donna or Ed to authorize it, but I think we can.