I got fired from being a bartender for serving someone interesting a drink. It wasn’t the hot birthday girl that insisted I take a test tube shot fr...m her cleavage or the the dyed blonde Philippino girl with the micro-skirt who didn’t have ID that got so hammered she took off her top. Nope, it was a kid he was 19 and needed one to go with his nth cigarette. We were around a hospital and his mother was dying. It was a family restaurant and that, of all things was inexcusable. The word spread. Nancy had stammered that she was a bit scared, in case I heard and got up, "Nancy if he hasn't heard our fucking up to now, then he won't waken for one more." Bob laughed, "So get down on your knees slut. Now suck my cock, real well like before!" he gloated. "Oh and Nancy, look up at me into my eyes as you suck me."There was a bit of shuffling and creaking of floorboards, and then I heard her moans and groans. After a while, I heard the sounds as she, slobbered and slurped, all over his cock,. "Yes. I saw you at the peace dinner some years ago, but it would not have been sensible to offend your man then. I believe you had just got engaged."Suddenly the memories of that morning and that night in London flooded back, and she vaguely remembered a German officer speaking to Sir Henry and kissing her hand. It seemed odd, and not a little flattering, that this man should have remembered her for five years.Then she realised that the Colonel was speaking again, "I am very glad that you are. Finally, as if it were a last resort, he picked the receiver up, pressed nine for an outside line, and then his home phone number. ‘Hello?’ It was a tired and dispirited Jeanette that answered that morning. ‘Jeanette, it’s me.’ ‘Brent … oh god … I’d given up hoping it would be you. Where are you? Are you OK?’ The words spilled out half in excitement and half in fear. ‘I’m OK. I’m at a motel in the valley, about an hour away. I guess we need to talk.’ His voice was level and unemotional, and yet.