She was bit reluctant to do so and but have no alternative to agree to it. I briefed her shortly that what she should tell to her husband and she nodd...ed in yes.So, she called up her neighbours from my mobile and asked them to call her husband and she will again call in 5-10 minutes after 10 minutes, she called back once again and her husband was waiting for her call. She told him that today’s buses and trains are full and she got a booking for tomorrow night bus. She was talking to her husband. We got rules, you know, for the girls.” Turning towards the waiting bartender, he said, “Coffee, Vinnie, and sweeten it, will you?” Vinnie poured a coffee and added a generous slug of brandy, then pushed it across the bar to Diangelo.“Like I said, I’m not trying to cause trouble. What are the rules?” asked Dave.Bobby turned back and shrugged pleasantly. “Well, the first one is, no touching the girls! That’s for their safety.”“Not even during the lap dances?”“Especially not during the lap. For some reason, I balked at Nathan’s door and went on to my own room. I decided that I needed to relax before talking to my son, so I had a long shower.Putting on my soft, pale blue motherly robe, I walked slowly to Nathan’s room, cocking my head to swing the hair out of my face and onto my back and straightening my shoulders before knocking. I didn’t wait, I went right in. He wasn’t there. Momentarily confused, I left and approached the main bathroom.The light shone through the slightly open. She opened the door into the 10' by 10' room, and stood in the doorway. No leather leggings or anything like that; just the kind of suit she wore to the office. I was kind of disappointed. So much for the dramatic entrance. "Good morning, Phil," she said, with that leer. "Welcome back to the land of the living. Chief Thorn hit you so hard, I was beginning to think you had suffered permanent damage." Great. The police chief was in on it too.Uh oh, I thought. She's giving me details. That must.