She looked good, but functional. The clothes were cool for working, and tough enough to get real dirty in.She looked at herself in the looking glass b...fore she left. If Lilly was, then this should get a rise out of her. She flushed at the thought and headed out."Damn good thing she's going to work for a woman, if she as meeting a boy looking like that I'd have to follow with my shotgun!" said her Pa, looking after her."Don't cuss Pa! She'll get around to boys soon enough." chided his. So donning my 501's, with the huge mass of my junk captured by a slightly too small jock, cowboy boots, and cowboy jacket (no shirt, so I could still show the abs) I hopped up on a stool to enjoy my Christmas dinner. Oh ya—and a santa hat, :)There was about 20 people there this lonesome night. Not too cold really, about 50. Mostly divorcees, widowers, and young hustles that lived on the streets with no place to go. The bar was very generous at feeding them from time to time. There was light. . "Juggs."Hang on ... Had I said that last word out loud?"Juggs..." she repeated, mulling it over and then laughing quietly. "Perfect!"Evidently I had said it out loud. Well ... she seemed to like it. So Juggs it was!In fact she was so pleased with the name that thereafter she insists I always call her Juggs. She's even got her friends and work colleagues using the name. Now she's known as Juggs to practically everybody!I knew instantly that Juggs would be a huge draw for the stand. She would. "I peeled my arm from around Carrie's waist and walked over to where thehouse phone hung on the wall next to the fridge.There was a card attached to the front of the stainless steel appliance,mostly hidden beneath a few other business cards. I'd put it there so Icould get to it easily if I needed, but not so obvious that Melanie wouldhave seen it. Lifting the small magnet holding it against the freezerdoor, I held it in one hand while I dialed with the other."Who are you calling?" Melanie.