It looked to be pretty busy; there were about twenty tables set in rows, and most of them were occupied by at least two people. The conversation dropp...ed noticeably as I approached the bar and the man behind it. He looked like a stereotypical movie innkeeper with a dirty apron, potbelly, and a cudgel behind the bar somewhere in easy grabbing distance."I'd like a room for the evening and I have some horses to be stabled. Would you send your stablehand out to assist my page?"Ya know, it would be. ”“And skewering her young friends too,” added Janice, standing up as well. “Recording it all, as though to make quite, quite sure you’ll go to prison for ever such a long time.” She came and sandwiched me between her slightly over-ripe body and Mrs Nering’s.“And the others are not even fifteen,” Mrs Nering stroked my ass.“So obviously I ought to dismiss you and call the police,” said Janice, helping herself to the other cheek. “Year 9! Tut tut.”“If only there were something I could do to make. .I'm with some friends tonight but I feel a bit of a gooseberry. Would you mind if I came over later and talked to you?" "Not at all, it'd be nice to speak to someone rather than just serve them all night. I'm Terri by the way," she told Nikki, extending her hand for her to shake. Nikki took the offered hand and shook it saying, "I'm Nikki. I'll just take these drinks over and I'll be back soon." "Okay, I'm looking forward to it." The young redhead watched as Nikki walked away. She was turned. ‘Well, anyway. How are you holding up?’ He knew something. ‘We’re getting by. Lori is…I don’t know.’ ‘Has she eaten? Do you want to go to lunch?’ I shook my head. ‘How ’bout I go get something?’ ‘Thanks, but Lori won’t eat.’ I replied. ‘She needs to eat. Remind her that this is going to pass.’ Still looking around, ‘Maybe I left those cookies out in the truck.’ We walked outside. ‘Grampa, I don’t know how to fix this.’ ‘What’s to fix?’ he responded. ‘This thing with Lori and her Dad.’ I said..