I washed dishes at a nearby diner during the dinner shift, which was from 5p.m. to 10p.m. I worked three nights a week, and all day on Saturday. It wa... a fairly long walk from home, but I got used to it. Many times, either Mom or Dad picked me up at the end of the shift. Not exactly the type of work I'd grown accustomed to in my other life, but I was a teenager now, and I had to start over at the bottom. I always had a strong work ethic. I believed that if I wanted anything in life, I had to. They keep telling me to rest. So I just sit here in the quiet and, you know, think about things." "Like me naked with a guitar." "Why not?" Ryan shook her head. "Well, I guess if it makes you feel better." "It does, believe me. Anyway, how are things with you?" "Oh, we've had some ups and downs, but mostly it's fine." "Tell me. I need to hear about something besides concussion symptoms and testing and baselines." "Well, the night after you were hit, we played to a club that had about twenty. Men flirted with women, and everyone was drinking but there was no groping or even any drawn out kissing."Good evening sir." said a sultry voice from behind me.I turned.My breath caught, and my silver tongue failed me.She had flowing golden hair that was straight yet thick. It tumbled from her head and framed an alabaster face that could not have been more perfect ... more enthralling. A tight red dress clung to gentle curves. Her corset did not look as if it was strung to tightly, as many of. " What the fuck are you going on about, Ralph?" I demanded.Ralph looked me straight in the eyes. "Mo, you remember that little blond I was knocking off last month." Yeah, the bit that went to the gulf," I replied."Yeah, that's the one. Anyway she told me that ... Oh, bugger, you ain't going to be happy about this. Look, Claire told me that she saw Sarah with some guy at a party." The girl was obviously mistaken, Ralph." No, she wasn't, Mo. Claire worked for the same company as Sarah before she.