The bartender knew this man well, because he was a regular customer at the bar. Sensing the man's growing sadness, he slowly approached him. "What's w...ong, Carl? Your date stand you up again?"Carl looked up from the table. "Yes!" he said with a frustrated tone. "Girls keep doing this to me. And it's starting to piss me off."The bartender attempted to console him. "I know, I know. You just have to move on, Carl. Don't dwell on it. That won't help anything."Despite the man's words, Carl was not. After a few moments, Alana had regained consciousness and was now stumbling on her own. After what seemed like an eternity, Chadwick finally saw the ladder that disappeared into the sky. They arrived as the base of it.Slowly they ascended step, by step until they were pulling themselves onto the floor of the Avendelin's lab. Devon first, Alana, then Chadwick. Standing up Chadwick helped Alana to her feet. There was a large rumble, that shook the very ground they stood on. His strength. As she began to complete her work and prepare for the meetings she would have to attend that day, with anticipation she looked at her watch. It was almost eight, only minutes away from the favorite part of her day, the part she had looked forward to for the last few weeks.She looked up and saw them walking in, the paralegals. The first group was always the girls. There were a couple of pretty ones in there that from time to time she liked to admire, but the real show would start any second. She. My large diamond netted stocking, gave me that slutiness, that appealed to both men and women, but most importantly, my age and demeanour, was my biggest asset, how could he not want to.I knocked his door and listened, my face in front of his spy-hole, he needed to see my youthful femininity, and want to admit me, and if he did, then he was in the mood.I could hear him cough as he shuffled to the door, then silence, as he peered through the glass peep hole, I standing back knowing he would be.