Damn I should change my profession, hee. I got so many drinks thrown my way you’d swear that when I flashed them I didn’t have a bra on. Damn men ...re strange as all hell. My friend Shelly grabbed my arm ever so swiftly and hauled me out of the bar. The fresh air hit me like a ton of bricks. Damn I didn’t even realize it was so hot and stuffy in there. I looked at Shelly trying her best not to look irritated in her khaki Capri pants, green knit sweater, and golden blonde hair, her frame almost. Chuck inclined his head to stare at the floor. He had asked himself that same question too many times over the past twenty-four hours. His inability to answer it had driven him to seek out Gary thinking that another man’s perspective might give him an answer.Chuck answered, “I don’t know.”“You know.”“She doesn’t really need me. She’s rich, smart, beautiful, and deadly. I’m none of those.”“She needs you,” Gary said with assurance in his voice.“Why would she need me?”“She needs someone she can. Some never take a sip of anything but water, if they are happy that way, why try to change things. And even that group, which I confess I was part of for too many years, wondering about and hoping for something different to satisfy my taste, but afraid to venture out. None are wrong or right. Just as sexual choices should be accepted and enjoyed by those who lust for them. A water drinker should not shun the bourbon on the rocks any more than the margarita enthusiastic shun the rum and coke. .. “he stammered. “You two know each other?”“Oh, Jim, you don’t kiss and tell and neither do we, right Debbie?”“Kind of hard not to now, don’t you think? Besides, it’s a great story. But, let’s not stand out here in the car port. Let’s go inside. Jim, why don’t you bring in Dawn’s things? Put her stuff in the guest room next to the bathroom,” Debbie said as she and Dawn went into the house, arm in arm chattering away like magpies.Jim retrieved Dawn’s baggage and deposited it in the guest room,.