”“Why did you come, anyway?”“I was just checking to make sure you want us to go ahead without you tomorrow night. We can hold off and do it ne...t week while he is gone.”He is talking about our plan to infest Mr. Couture’s house with rats.“Don’t wait. If you wait, there is no guarantee that Mr. Couture will get the house taken care of before coming back in two weeks. But if I am out of here in time, I will be helping to search the house.”“Not if you can’t run, you aren’t. I’m not taking a cripple. "What's this Tony, drinking on your own?"I looked up and saw Bob Clarke standing there, "Hi Bob, want to join me? I'm not a drinker so it will only be the two pots, that's what they call me 'The two pot screamer' just to warn you." No worries mate I just dropped in for a quick one myself. You seemed to be lost in thought Tony, anything wrong?" Em? Shit no Bob, I was miles away planning my future roadhouse." Roadhouse?" Yeah, I've plans to build a roadhouse when I get a bit more experience and. Any questions? A silent pause. Good luck. Then he left.There was a moment of confusion when the girls decided what order they would go in. Ellen wound up last. She was kind of glad because it gave her more time but then she wondered if she would get more nervous. She was watching through the open curtain to the stage. The first girl was dark, Mediterranean looking and voluptuous without being over weight. The boys responded well to her and cheered when she took off her bra exposing her large. "Pete looked at the color drain from all three faces. Almost as one, they looked at each other, then back at Pete and nodded. -- Pete finished his drink as the last edge of the sun dipped below the horizon. He looked at his watch. It was 7:45. He headed back inside and arranged the living room. He had a few minutes to wait. He pondered for a moment whether they would show up or not. He looked up at the clock. 8:00 came and went. Pete was about to give up, but the knock at the door finally came.