There were barely 15 people in the bar. Seven of the patrons were from our group. There were only two girls, one was showing an interest in one of my ...riends. The other, much younger, started talking to me.After a few drinks, the guys wanted to leave, I was following the guys when this girl, let's call her Carol because I don't remember, asked me to stay and said she would drive me home. I gladly agreed. She looked real cute. Short blond hair, blue eyes, nice ass in her tight white jeans,. ’ With that she handed me the ring. ‘Here. This belongs to you, for better or worse.’ I took it and continued bawling like a little girl that had just lost her first kitten. ‘I don’t know what to do now. I gave her every part of me.’ I moaned into what I originally thought were my arms. As it turned out my arms were far too weak and made of gelatin at that point to have supported my head. She had sat next to me at the desk and wrapped her arms around me and held me as I sobbed until her cover. Harry answered, "I'd have to see. It's not on the menu for tonight. Can you wait a moment?" Of course," I said.After about a minute, Harry came back. "I'm sorry. No veal."Before I could ask Lynette, she answered me. "Ask for pork cutlets." How about pork cutlets?" I said to Harry."One second..." There was a slight pause and then, "We have a pork tenderloin."I turned to Lynette, who nodded. I asked Lynette, "What else do we need?" Are you going for American or German?" Lynette asked."Huh?" In. They were older than I expected – somewhere near sixty – but the way the girls ran into their arms was a thing of beauty. They were an unconventionally beautiful family.It was easy to leave them off, knowing someone loved them, now.Alone again, I pushed on from Lebanon, and stayed overnight near Crossville, Tennessee. There was no reason to hurry anymore. The girls were safe, and I was, once again, at loose ends. The hotel was fine, and as I drove away, it hit me that I remembered nothing else.