That’s where the girls service their customers each night.”“Do you mean the room where I was last night?” I asked, my mind trying to digest th... information she was giving me through my lusty daze I was already in as she hurried me through the maze of corridors.“Oh no, that is the special event room. However, for men who want private service, there are rooms off the main room where you can take them. You’ll pick it up soon enough. First let’s get you cleaned up.”She ushered me into the bathing. " Thanks Cheryl," he said as warmly as he could manage, "You're very good to me." That's what friends are for. You've had a raw deal from everyone, including me. The least I can do."The news sharpened his feelings of loss and rejection, and as a result his performance on Friday evening was acutely moving for the audience and for the group.After the set the group gathered round to congratulate him, and he began to feel better. He recognised his performances were cathartic for him, the group. I’m sure the next of kin will want to go through the apartment for personal effects.”Sierra stepped away from the door and returned with a business card. “I run the coffee shop downstairs,” she said. “I’m always around.”The officers headed down the stairs and the door to apartment B cracked open. An older woman in a long flannel nightgown stepped into the hallway. “Sierra -- what’s going on?”“Oh, Alma, something terrible. Marge has passed away.”“Oh, no.”“The cops were here on a welfare check,”. My husband worked for the auto industry back when that industry was strong. One of the little known facts about line workers in the auto industry is that the job is horribly monotonous and most of the workers deal with it by becoming drunks. I wish I could say my husband had risen above that or had somehow beaten the odds but he joined the ranks like so many other of his co-workers and became a drunk. My husbands name is Rick and with all the imagination of the world, our sons name became.