You take care of this, make it go away and I’ll take care of you,’ Ben hissed. ‘What do you mean?’ Samuel asked. His eyes were full of confus...on and fear. ‘She’s my slut, my whore and my money ticket. You don’t need the details, but what you do need to do is make sure this shit never happens again,’ Ben growled low in the doctor’s ear. His grip grew tighter. Samuel stared at him for a long moment, the pager on his hip buzzed again. ‘What do you mean ‘never happens again’?’ he asked. Ben’s. I ordered a Coke. The others ordered drinks. Jim asked the waitress to run a tab but the owner called out that our drinks are on the house tonight.I recognize two of the women in the crowd from our previous visit. Two other couples are here tonight as well. The remainder of the large audience consists of males of every possible description, and they began crowding around the pool table immediately.Ashley leaned against me and whispered, “Damn! You’d think they never saw a woman play pool. With Parkinson's like shaking hands I loaded in a roll of 36 and took a light meter reading on the lounge.I heard Pam's footsteps as she came back down the hall and I took a deep breath in anticipation.She wasn't naked but wore a long silk dressing gown."You look very professional," she said as she walked towards the lounge."As do you." How would you like me to pose?" she asked as she sat on the lounge."Just get comfortable and we'll take it from there," I said.I was tingling with excitement. I felt strange with him looking at me. It felt strange also that I did not mind him watching me strip down to my underwear. "You Randall's son ain't you?" he asked, his deep voice carrying across the murky water of the creek."Yeah." I said flatly."You look just like him." He said, brushing the last droplets of water off his right leg with his towel.I smiled politely, and nodded."So I hear." No really, you do look exactly like him except for the grey eyes."He said.I shrugged my shoulders. My.