Ice-cold St. Pauli girl all around.Walker was ... not subdued, not exactly. More cautious than anything. Didn’t want to blurt out something wrong, d...dn’t want to admit he might be on the erroneous side of the argument. Whatever argument there was.Vanessa smiled at me, that glorious, heart-melting smile, “Whatever happened to Eddie Westlake?”“Ah. The saddest man I’ve ever known.”That got the kids’ attention. As intended.Vanessa, “Yep, that guy.”“He’s still around. Same job, same .... I got the message. Wave my hand and he would close it all off. This was the ultimate, I was sort of in control but I had no idea where it was going to go. The first thing I did was to turn myself round so I was facing the bar. This meant I had turned away from most of the guys, but hid myself completely from anyone else. All that was visible was my chest up and my elbows and arms on the bar top. If some of the guys lost something the two either side of me had the bonus view. I managed to make. She was in her fifties at the time. I could tell she had looked like a supermodel in her twenties, but the years batter our bodies, not to mention having a few children that had since grown up. A chiseled look had developed on her face, a few creases in the corners of her eyes. I could tell she didn’t let her body fall apart, but a few extra pounds are hardly an insult for a woman who had fought many battles, including an ugly divorce. She exuded toughness, and that I admired.But she was not. I finally decided to flex my creative muscle a bit and become a moreactive member of the community here on FM. I have much bigger plans thanthis, actually. This was merely a side-though while developing a muchlarger literary concept. A driving theme to all my works that will beposted here. But my overarching idea isn't TG in and of itself, so I feltit was more respectful of your community to start out with more run-of-the-mill bits of drabbling wank-fic.