One night a fight broke out which does happens in bars, but that night it was just two other girls and myself working, so all we could do was call the...cops. That when Tom walked in and soon the fight was out the door and by the time the cops showed up the two dudes were on the sidewalk waiting to be taken to the drunk tank. The damage was one broken glass and a turned over table. Well Tom sat at the bar with the drinks on the house. Tom is huge and very good looking, just the kind of guy who. Those two are close and they will have to remain close for this to work."Sissy got up and sat on my lap. "You know, Mike. You could make love to me too, if only you would. I've always wanted you, and I wanted it even when we were kids. We didn't, but I wanted to. I know that I'm married now and shouldn't think this way, but I would screw your brains out if I had half the chance. I just know we would make some great loving."I hugged my sister, recognizing that she did love me more than just. I now wondered just how long I actually had any control over her in those twenty years.I now suspect that Pearl had played me for a fool. I’d not produced a single child since she left me. I now believe I had only been fertile because I had convinced my entity that I loved her. But Pearl can’t have loved me. She never came into season even once.With her entity gone and mine in grief even if I didn’t wish to accept it, the facts were staring me in the face. Even Ethen hadn’t produced a child. " Nero smiled at Barry's words, the two of them lifting their drinks and clinking their drinks, speaking in unison as sounds of the average pub rang around them "Fuck Bitchy-Becky." Barry quickly downed his Carlsberg, but, not Nero, Nero merely sipped his drink, He didn't want to get too drunk, one had to have sure-feet for a night on the run, especially when his Instincts where involved in the matter."You wanna get something to eat, Brother?" Barry asked, clearly still concerned with Nero's.