This is absolutely wonderful of you.”“It is my pleasure,” he says, smiling warmly. “You have me for the morning until I have to go.”“Where...are you going?” she asks, feeling a slight disappointment. “Don’t tell me you have work to do.”“Just a few things I have to tie up,” he answers. “It shouldn’t be more than a few hours, but I didn’t get a chance to do it yesterday.”“Alright, but since it is a nice day, I thought maybe you could take me for a quick ride,” she says, sounding hopeful.“Of. "Oh, that's not too bad," she cooed, as if speaking to someoneconsiderably younger. She wiped the abrasion lightly with an alcoholcovered cloth, causing John to wince slightly.When the wound was clean, she applied a disinfectant gel and taped agauze pad over the knee to keep it clean. "That should do it." Shesmiled and stood."Thank you." John stood and received a supportive hug from his vocalteacher."You're very welcome, sweetie," she smiled. "Now, let's go see how youruncle is doing with. She was still waking up from her grogginess when the man in black approached her.“Alright, then,” he commanded, spinning around on the heels of his black leather boots. “You get your choice. Which would you rather have, the trick…” and then, pulling himself so close that her full red lips barely brushed his own, “…or the treat?” Brooklyn could barely stammer out response. She was so sure this was Danny, but face to face, he acted so differently. Maybe it was the Wine cooler or his slick. Giving Frank the bar, however, might solve the problem of his following her the next time she blew away. That had worked with Joseph and the gun store; it might work with Frank. He'd be too busy keeping her investment alive and out of the red, moneywise, to hunt her down, again.But she knew she was going to miss that bar and all that wonderful, brutal fucking she got every week. For the past few years, ever since she was inspired to create a real, live Fuck Club, that was the only way she could.