I.P. campsite. Here are your wristbands, you've each got a tent, sleeping bag, novelty large hat, poncho, glasses and other disguises, all courtesy of...Round Table, if you want to go around without the hassle. And here is a number for a runner if you want food, drinks, beer or a lift anywhere. All on us, of course. Have fun and I'll see you about."It wasn't hard to fathom by the look he has just given me and Bonnie that he expects to see us very soon. So much for a quiet life.Tents up. Stuff. He'd go down, that much was certain, but we'd seen him go down thousands of times, usually on some little groupie after a show in our dressing room!The trouble is though, we'd thrown a pretty wild party in our hotel suite after a particularly successful gig and the police kicked the doors in just as the horny little twins were enjoying a sexy wet kiss with each other, he might've got away with just that little bit of sibling friendliness except that Lily was sitting on his face and Lesley was. She made a couple phone calls, one to Cousin Jon I'm sure, and in about 15 minutes had a list of places and downloaded menus. She had already selected tonight's venue for us, and when she was done with that decided to see if she could find Hail and me to help out if needed.Hailey and I had just sat down to rest for a minute, suck up a Gatorade or two and let the sweat dry a little. Of course as soon as we got our asses in the chairs, Mel showed up to give us a ration of shit for sitting around. A majority of the members of Winsor Wood Place, that's the name of the home, were married. But I also met some that were single. Madge was one of them. She was a looker with a pleasant personality. At dinner one evening, she sat next to me and we introduced ourselves and talked a little about our families.Madge said her husband had died two years before and her daughter convinced her to move into Windsor Wood Place. She said it was the best move she had ever made. She was fifty-eight but looked.