" She closed her eyes for a moment, shivered, and then reached out to trace the lines of his erection with her fingertips. "Oh my god."Jake groaned fr...m the feather-light touch, and couldn't resist when the play on words popped into his head. "I know I'm not 21, but are you going to tell Mom if I have a taste of Sherry?"She rolled her eyes and shook her head, but followed it up by crooking her finger to beckon him closer while tugging on his belt loop.As he sat down, Sherry demonstrated that. I feel sorry for those few poor souls who have gotten themselves trapped into living in a whiskey bottle. We had five of those people in Harmony Junction; four of them are men and one is a woman. Society is bad enough on the male alcoholics, but it is hell on a woman alcoholic. The men just get put into jail if I happen to see them overly drunk in public; they stay where they are safe until they sleep it off.But the women, ah, the women. Any woman seen drunk in public is ruined forever. Her. She said they are known for their prostitution, sex tourism and sex trafficking so be very careful. Always wear a condom, she said. I thanked her for her advice. We exchanged e-mail addresses and promised to keep in touch. In the morning, I boarded a train to Riga.Now this is where the story gets weird. I had a phone number for Grandma's cousin and called it. No one spoke English. Finally by saying, "Choo, choo, woo, woo train," did I get a response. A half hour later an attractive woman in her. We only want to speak with Acolyte Castilian about William Sterling.”“Will Sterling ain’t here,” Caine said. “We don’t know where he is. Fuck off.”“Let them in,” Janie said calmly.Caine glanced over his shoulder, his expression surprised and concerned. “Bad idea. They just-”“Would you rather I spoke with them outside?” Janie asked archly.Caine sighed and turned back to the crack in the door. “She says she’ll talk to you. Move your fucking hoof.”After a moment, the boot moved. Caine shut the.