Quick!"He rushed out of the back door and flung himself to one side. Victoria, hot on his heels, stopped dead in her tracks. There stood Patch, flanke... by Jean and Harry, facing her with a huge card round his neck saying "Happy Birthday Mistress Victoria." Her eyes filled with tears and her face contorted with emotion."Oh God!" she whispered. "Patch! My lovely, lovely Patch! I don't believe it."She walked forward slowly with her hands outstretched. Patch nickered in greeting. She reached up in. "Just leave her in our capable hands, please, Alan."With a mighty groan, King Alan rose from the floor, yanking down on the hem of his jerkin. He walked sort of bent legged, stooped, giving him the look of more years than was his right to claim. He stopped by his daughter's chair. "I shan't forget this, Isobel. Just remember this day when you lay in your marital bed." He gave her a half hearted smirk and then left the room, heading for their bedchamber."Oh dear," Nathalie said, trying to keep. Or me utar gyi.. Me dusri baar chadne hi wali thi.. Ki mujhe utrna pada bahar halki barish thi..Jisne octobar ki thand or bada di thi.. Mene apna purse sir par rakh liya or bhigti huyi ja rahi thi.. Mera ghar 5min ki duri par tha.. Mere ghar ke bich par ek park padta hai.. Or me hamessha wahi se jaati hun waha se aksar koi nahi jata.. Me jaise hi waha jaane lagi to ek ladke ne mera hath pkda or mujhe kone me khich liya.. Barish kafi tej honelagi.. Me uska chehra nahi dekh payi dhyan se dekha to. A little straw cowboy hat and boots rounded out the outfit.The bar life was crazy. The Shooter Bitches job was to sell beer and go around giving out shots. On numerous occasions she would get manhandled and groped and sprayed with beer. The majority of the people at the bar were guys and the bouncers had to keep an eye on the poor girls or they would be groped and fondled to death.Sierra told stories of drunken guys especially around the end of the night pinning her against the walls and.