Take good care of our girl."...Bill had grandkids Cindy's age. We'd talked about it before. The guy could've run me off, made my life hell, forced me ...o quit, had he taken a mind to do so when he found out about Cindy and me getting married, but he didn't. He just shook his head. We went to lunch, talked a bit."Dan, it's not my place to get into your personal life, you know..." I know, Bill. This is what? Our third project together? You're more my friend than my boss." I feel the same way.. The laughing and whooping, combined with the music and the alcohol must have really been lowering the inhibitions. Soon Rachelle and Shelly were teasing us with their dresses, pulling them up quickly to give us guys a quick flash before continuing to dance.At some point, the girls decided to close the window and plop down beside us with some more drinks as we chatted about the trip and how glad we were to be here. I remarked that this was the first trip we had taken as a couple since our. Pete was standing at the bar when we walked in and he came straight over and gave Debbie a hug. As he put his arms around her I noticed him subtly stroke her backside. I am not sure whether she noticed or not, she didn’t seem to react, but I did notice as she turned away from him that her right breast casually brushed against his chest. Could be nothing I thought, but maybe not! We stayed in the pub until closing, by which time Debbie had consumed more than her usual amount of wine. I could. “Mom, it's me...yes, it's me, Carla. I'm in California at a police station. Calm down, Mom. I'm fine. I wasn't kidnapped. I know I should have called, but I couldn't. I'm really sorry.”She nodded and listened then closed her eyes and I knew she was being lectured.“Mom you have to listen to me. I'm not coming home. I can't. You have to drop the charges. I'll let you speak to the detective here.”Carla glanced at me then turned away. “Please, Mom, for once in my life will you listen to me. How can.