. no. James Blair, how do you do young man?”“Mike Braxton, very well, thank you sir.”Rubbing his back, Melody continued, “Mike has been workin... so hard, winning the principal job, preparing for this solo. To be honest, I doubt he would have been so successful without my help. I’m quite good at providing ... inspiration,” she said suggestively.“Ah, I see. In any case, I hope you enjoy the performance young lady, and good luck to you Mr. Braxton,” the man said, beating a hasty retreat.Chuckling,. He smiled with the lingering warmth of the sunny weekend with his lover, Nicole. The Inn, like many in small towns, was a highway stop for stages before railroads came. Unlike others, the owners had adjusted to changing times, and it served a fine meal and provided a good bed even in the age of the automobile. The innkeeper was a sixth generation of the owning family, who married a local farmer as a girl, but found the inn was in her blood, and presided over the bar with a smile and a hard push. I opted to stay in the living room by myself. I could tell when it started as I could hear clearly the comments and cheers as the first guy started off. After the first guy finished I heard her tell him to bring me in because she wanted me to watch the show. I refused at first, but two of them almost forcefully pulled me to my feet and took me in and sat me down on the toilet when I had a perfect view of my wife with wet hair and piss running down her face. She looked so beautiful and pleased. “Although it would explain a lot. The Carson brothers. Your boy, my boy, Ken Blankenship’s boy...”“Eric?” I asked, and Roy nodded.“Broke his arms in three places. Wouldn’t tell us what happened.”Becky Finklestein happened. I was sure of it. Eric Blankenship was an All-American wrestler, but Becky could break an All-American wrestler’s arm with one of her dainty fingers. Maybe her pinky if she was showing off. And she was always showing off. “She’s not a bad kid, Roy,” I said. “She just needs.