I headed for the nearest bar. Richard's bar and Grill was the best bar in Houston as far as I was concerned. I had been there a hundred times at least... though not lately. Richard's was frequented mostly by true adults like myself, unlike the kinds of places my wife and her sister liked to go to where the clientele always seemed to be around twelve years old. Richard's place sported an ancient piano, but one in excellent tune, and an equally ancient piano player who knew a lot of tunes. The. "Of course, such a girly drink", I laughed. We made small talk at the bar while waiting for our drinks to arrive. When the drinks came I said, "what are we drinking to"? She laughed and said, "to new experiences". "Cheers to that", I said. After a few more minutes of small talk I noticed that my phone had been buzzing a bit. I apologized and told her that I needed to check my messages. I looked at my phone and saw that a friend of mine was texting me. He wanted to see what I was up to and if I. A head covered in a blanketlooked out. It looked left and right, as if trying to see whetheranyone was watching. Satisfied that it was alone, the blanketed figurebent over and picked up the tray. It retreated back into the apartmentand quickly closed the door behind."Spying on somebody, Mom?"Marian jumped off the counter. It was her daughter. "Joanie, youscared me."At fourteen, Joanie Cunningham was blossoming into early womanhood.She seemed to have inherited her mother's figure, including. Then he offered one to Christine, who stood up and took it. She winked at Jake and said “Maybe we should try a bowl of that hash you’ve got, Jake.” Both Jake and Jeff smiled at the suggestion.Ben shrugged and looked at me, saying, “I’m up for about anything.” He offered me a hand as I stood up, and helped me into my robe.Jake led the way into the den, and plopped into the couch next to the hookah. Christine sat to the left of him, and Jeff, Ben and I took the chairs that made up the rest of the.