.some kind ofprostitute or something! I don't wanna see that happen to her!" Oh, I don't think Celeste would want to see that happen to hereither, dea...." As much as Maggie was tempted to share the familialconnection Ruth had to Celeste with Tamara, she was wary of how theformer boy would react to this. Shocked into confusion, perhaps, orworse. She had to steer clear of this for the time being. "I thinkCeleste has other, more business-oriented plans for your mother. You,on the other hand? I'm. It was quite a bit busier than it had been the night before. The band were just finishing their first set.We found a table in a dark corner, and I got some drinks from the bar."Jon, why is that cigarette smoke in the corner so blue? Is it the lighting?" It doesn't actually smell like tobacco smoke to me; I think it's probably something else being smoked." Ah."Julie and I chatted easily while we waited for the band to start playing again, and then sat holding hands across the table and enjoying. Instead, all was quiet and sedate, with few people waiting on the long rows of curved mahogany benches.Martha sat in a pleated black skirt and white blouse near the newsstand in the center of the lobby. She was reading a magazine. At the sound of my footsteps she looked up and smiled, put her magazine aside, and rose to meet me halfway. She gave me a long warm hug.She whispered a happy "Hi, hon." And I almost choked. But I showed little of it. Heroes didn't cry. The sons of Silver Star winners. The cheerleading outfit doesn’t make me feel as sexy as I thought it would. It hugs my curves, but that includes the piss belly bulging between my top and skirt. But that will go away eventually, at least. It’s not like I’m going to spend every evening drinking piss, right? I can handle one game night every week when the season starts considering what I managed this evening.They take me from one locker room to the other. The setting is already a disappointment. In my piss-induced fantasy, I.