”“Ah, but I never had so many surrounding me; nor did I have to worry about everyone’s actions. I was always cautious about encountering other h...mans, but at least those encounters were few and far between—which is partially why I sing when I travel—just so I don’t surprise anyone.”“Yeah,” Martin interjected, “there’s nothing that puts the fear of God into someone as a beautiful woman singing. It’s no wonder you’ve never had any problems with them.”Leza straightened her shoulders, standing. " Well the thing about waking up and knowing that you have to check the file is a huge improvement in my book. Do you know where you are when you wake up?" he asked."Yes, but I still have no idea how I got there. I mean did I go out the night before and kill kittens before you rescued me. For that I have to check the journal," I explained."Well you might never get it all back, but every little bit helps. Maybe it's like building a brick walkway. You have to do it one brick at a time." he. Mommy had always warned him about the sins of the flesh and he had always believed her. He should have known she was just trying to keep him from having a good time. He decided right then and there that he would be back to visit the ‘ladies’ on a regular basis. Three hours later an extremely tired Stevie emerged from The Honey Pot wearing a rumpled suite and a goofy grin. Bertha and Belle had pure tuckered him out, but he had already arranged to visit them again the following evening. Yes. I'm not going to ravish you on the table no matter how bored the barman is. Quite intriguing to meet a man who blushes nowadays.” He hid his discomfort by draining his whiskey whilst inwardly cursing his inbuilt shyness. As the alcohol hit his system he felt his confidence rise and his colour subside. “Would you like to go back in?” he said indicating the door to the stalls. “I'm rather enjoying our own identity comedy right here,” she said. “They have a very passable restaurant. Let's go.