"I worry about you, boy! How do you expect to get anywhere in life if you don't lie, cheat, and take advantage of helpless victims?"I pointed at Chery... with my beer. "Her father's a lawyer. One like that in the family is enough, though sometimes she shows signs of willingness to follow him down that trail of depravity."He pulled Cheryl against him in a firm hug. "This young, cute, sweet little old thang? Now, why would you say something insulting like that about her, varmint?" You'll find out. The live band hadn't yet started but soon there would be the usual full house for a Friday night. I was sitting at the bar and scanning the crowd for familiar faces.I was resigned to a night of watching the other participants in this "meat market" and trying to decide which one I would have been happiest to pick up. There were several fine looking young ladies on display, but somehow, I wasn't interested. My telephone conversation with Bindle had thrown me right off my game and then ... then. "Hmm, who else indeed." dad frowned, "Are you suggesting she made up the story out of spite?" Yes." I smiled."Well there's not much I can do about it today, the old...Mrs. Carey has gone away for the day," dad sighed, "but I'll certainly be having words with her when she gets back." Did you really believe I'd been having sex on the doorstep?" I asked him."Lord no." dad laughed, "I know you too well to believe that. Behind the hedge maybe or even up the side alley, but not on the doorstep, too. Promise I will tell you later why I was led down there. The room is a beautifully decorated lounge albeit very masculine with heavy burgundy leather furniture separated into several conversation areas. The pool table area and the well stocked bar are the best I have ever seen. There are a couple of unusual features about the room, one is the bare rock face wall on either side of the room. The other feature I will tell you about later. Over the pool table on brass chains from the beamed ceiling.
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