“You know, don’t you?” Bill Cartwright directed at Sis.“Jasmine thought she had worked it out, this afternoon. Was I pleased when you turned u... this evening, I certainly wasn’t looking forward to telling the bugger and neither was Jimmie.” Sis replied to Bill.“Tell me what?” I demanded, as Jimmy arrived at the table and placed a shot glass and a bottle of his special - and very potent – rum before me. Then plonked his own arse, on the only remaining seat around the table.No one had replied to. I changed outfits in the locker room and only older soccer mom douchebags were there, the typical mid-forty to sixty-year-old bottle blondes with no asses who eat only sushi and salads. I always start on the treadmill and when I went into the big room, I saw the eighties guy was there. He was away from the women and others as if he had the plague. I’m not shy, so I took the machine next to him. He was power walking and I said, “Hi,” and began programming my machine.“Hi,” he said. “It's busy. I was a bouncer back in Georgia, and I was tellingthem that I missed being able to step in a defend a woman's honor." Helaughed again as he handed her another tissue. "They say I miss itbecause the girls would want to thank me in a very particular way..." What way?" Dixie asked as her heart started to beat faster."Well, I mean, it wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to say more Miss,but it's not all about that. I guess I'm just trying to say that it feltgood to step in again and do my. Not that I can feel. I'vegot some scratches, does that count," Matt asked."Just making sure you're okay for now," Jessy said and added, "Do anyof the cuts feel wet?" No," Matt said."Okay Matt, hang in there, we're going to see where you are and what'sgot you pinned down okay," the voice said."Okay Jessy," Matt said.Jessy hurried off the rubble following an orange line painted on theconcrete with a spray can. He made his way to the Fire chief.There was a flurry of activity. A table was set up.