Sitting at the desk and ordered, "Is that how you greet an officer? Two Sgts. and I need to get immediate transportation to Ramadi."He jumped to his f...et, stood at attention, saluted and apologized, "Sorry Sir! We don't get many officers in here."I looked at his name and played my trump card, "Sgt. Thompson, I was talking with Colonel Jones earlier today and I think he might be interested to know how I've been treated."I could see the beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead while I. I had three great friends, school rocked, and I lived in Marin-fucking-County. Harold never felt like a true father and I had to lie to everyone about it, but the rest of my life was pretty normal, even good. Maybe great. That all changed one Friday after school. That day, I found out how big a lie my life really was.Harold, the man I thought was my father for all these years is not my father at all. We share no blood. I’m so grateful for that, now. Of all his many faults, gambling is the one. Can you help?”“Yes. Mrs. Jackie Preston…” he said slowly. “Fiddler’s Cottage… yes?”“She has? What room did she book? Oh, an early check-in too?”“Has she checked in yet? Okay thank you. No, no message.”He turned to face me as he hung up.“Mrs. Jackie Preston has booked a king size room with an extra-large bed and champagne on arrival,” Johnny repeated slowly, staring at me directly. “Oh, and she’s expecting a guest to follow. They’re to send him straight up.”His expression was pure anger.“What’s. I went to the toy section checking out the dildos and vibrators, and picked out a nice thick one. I ask the guy working there (in a loud enough tone so most everyone in the store heard me) If I could take my toy into the theater and use it as I watched the movie. He smiled and said "sure no problem", he put new batteries in the dildo and I went into the theater. My husband was already seated, so I sat 3 rows in front of him so he could watch. There were about a dozen people in there, 2 couples.