The husband didn’t talk much. He wasn’t even present in most of our conversations. He would excuse himself sometimes talk to others and then come ...ack and sit with me and his wife at the bar.In our conversations the marry woman, Pam kept saying “I really like you” and kept looking over to her husband saying, “I really like him.” I was flattered and stimulated with our conversations. Excuse myself to go to the restroom. I was thinking it’s time to retire and go up to my room and call it a night.. “I have to go back and talk to him,” she said aloud but quietly. “I have to get him to do that with me again.” She was still saying it all quietly. “He has to do what we did…he has to do it with me like he did it the first time.” She smiled some more and added “Yeah, he’ll do it. I know he’ll do it.” She closed her eyes again and thought to herself. Ohhh, and maybe I can get him to maybe feel my titties too? She thought about that and smiled. Sure he will. He’ll feel my boobs. I’ll just go and. Even with her eyes closed tight the big tears welled up and ran freely down her rosy cheeks. Her little fists were clenched under her chin, and it all came flooding back to her, I could clearly see. Whatever had happened must have been a terrible nightmare. Then something broke inside her, I think, and she just sobbed uncontrollably. I sat up next to her and like the previous evening on the sofa just pulled her across my lap and held her and let her cry her heart out. Over the next hour I was. He had refused to talk about anything else. The Mob still considered him a ‘stand up guy’ the fibbies hoped that I could make it stay that way.The dry ass summary put me to sleep. I awoke to my alarm on the smart phone going off. It told me that the phone was charged and it was 6AM. I crawled out of bed and tried to unwind my arthritic body as best I could.My left hip had been rebuilt, but it caused me to have a bit of a limp. That limp put pressure on my right hip and caused the joint to wear.