So `m walking away and i saw that dude grabbing the poor lil girl n shaking, i was like not good, he was around 6ft and i hate looser who pick on girl..., as i walk behind him n the girl, that idiot threw a punch to hit the girl and as `m walking in between i get hit, bad idea i was idiot luckily the staff whom i know most of them call the bouncers n they got rid of him n the chick b 4 i could react.So there i am, in a cocktail bar, bruised jaw n cheeks, in a bad mood and thinking da fuck i. I keep trying, and I know I usually get it... but I don't know if I can keep doing it.”He felt her hands softly running the length of his neck, down his back only to return.Her finger tips slowly swirled along his nape once more, before her long dark arms enclosed around him, gripping him tighter.“...I just. Don't. Know.”“And that's, al--right.” He heard her coo softly, whilst attempting to near-impulsively bury his face snugly between her cushioned, clad-in-cotton bosom. “We're all. He had experienced this once before at a different place and reluctantly agreed since there were no seats near the stage. The young waitress escorted him deep into the back corner where he was seated in a tiny booth facing outwards. His dancer was young and pretty - although sorta flat chested by Larry's standards. He was checking out her legs when he noticed some familiar pretty toes, slender ankles and bright red toenails standing in some tall red "fuck me" heels in the booth next to him.. ”In her strangely gentle manner she explained I had been acting strangely in a public place and in danger of picked up by the law; or even worse? And as I’d been so kind her and Bengy, she didn’t want me falling into the wrong hands.She’d got me to a place of safety and given me a sedative; but the police could still be on the look out for me so it was best if I stayed put.The coffee began to help and I began to suspect Mrs Kemp was not quite the dear old soul I’d imagined and may not be.