As Ken returned with my whiskey, I gave a nod and said to the pretty boy, stressing the word 'cocktail' as two separate words, "Lead the way cock tail..."Oblivious to my intended insult, he smiled, his voice going disconcertingly high, "Right this way."Bulldog's eyes never seemed to leave mine as I walked over to his table, the faggot still bobbing up and down, oblivious to how absurd he looked sucking cock in public, even in a gay bar.Arriving at the table, I took control, "Thanks for the. He guided me to where the wine cart path stopped at the wall. He produced a broad, flat key. He pressed it between two stones, pushed down then pulled out a bit. Then the stone door easily swung open. Showing me the key, he walked to the first floor beneath the surface and entered another room which had caught my attention as it seemed too shallow. Two stones were pressed which released a door at one side. Within was an office. In the desk's top drawer lay the key. He smiled at me, made as if. She was up there longer than I expected, and I was just starting to get a bit uneasy when I heard the bathroom door open again, followed by footsteps on the stairs. I moved back to the hallway, and then froze when I saw her.She’d changed back into the costume from last night.The whole damn thing.Pigtails, ribbons, freckles, dress, and boots.The only difference from the night before was that she didn’t have her shepherd’s crook with her. I guess it would have been too hard to carry it to school. "Maybe tomorrow."The girl's eyes widened in anger."This sucks," she said as she turned back toward her house.Merie was tugging on Brock's sleeve."What?" he asked rather harshly. The girl tended to put him in a foul mood."Do you know who that is?" Merie wondered."My pain in the ass neighbor," Brock replied."That's Randi Raver!" Merie said.Brock shrugged."I think her name is Randi but her last name is Darby," Brock told her. "At least her Mom's name is Darby." Randi Raver," Merie said again while.