I had gotten about halfway to Camden when one of the girls from the group stopped me. It was pretty obvious where I was headed and I’m sure at least...one of them had seen me sitting there earlier.“You trying to bed her too,” a different one of the girls asked. “Talk about no chance in hell there.”“God, what is it with you girls? Do I look like some bum you chase around and kick in the balls when you feel like it? Geez! I haven’t even been away from the boarding school for two days and I just met. Mostly men, though there were usually some women there. About half the patrons were Mexicans, mostly legal and mostly employed in the area. The other half were mainly Caucasian small business owners, like myself, and their employees.There were also occasionally a few Hell's Angel outlaw bikers who seemed to have some shady and mysterious business dealings with Juan, the owner.The night time crowd were pretty heavy drinkers. The music was loud. Surprisingly, fights were non-existent. The two. What do you think? Want to take the Ferrari out for a spin?" You're kidding right?" Heather said almost breathlessly. "This is some kind of joke." No," Vick said casually. "Not a joke." Not a problem," I said. "Why don't we exchange phone numbers then you and Vicky can work out the details." You're serious huh?"Vicky and I both smiled and nodded."Gods! Yeah, okay ... oh damn I don't have a pen on me! Where's my purse? Oh crap..." Heather was almost yelling she was that excited.Vicky opened her. When I got home from work, then I often worked extra at home and slowly, as time passed again I neglected her and ignored her emotional issues. Although I was aware of that, I was a workaholic and I have always had in mind that you should dedicate more time for the two of us, but it rarely happened. At that time, her father became ill. She became depressed at times. We began to fight frequently over stupid issues, but our relationship became more tense and intense. Even once, she left me after.