" Good, maybe there will be someone to question," the deputy said.Terry handed me a full magazine and said, "Glock 22, right?"I dropped my empty and s...lid the fresh one in, pocketing the empty clip.We checked the driver, then found another person in the driver's side back seat. He had been hit in the shoulder, but also had a graze across the side of his head. That had knocked him out. The deputy was trying to baby the guy, trying to ease him out of the car."Step aside, I'll lift him out."The. As she looked away and bent forward to clean the polish from the floor, I let my eyes wander over the rest of her body. Not that I could see much else with her nicely rounded bottom facing me though. My body began its usual instant response and I moved to ease the discomfort.I waited until she finished cleaning the mess. In the way of the English, I offered her my arm and helped her to stand. She was about 5'8", not much shorter than me. She was pretty too. Black hair with tight curls, clear. Then I drove to the gay bar, arriving about the time the drag show was scheduled to start. I knew the club crowd tended towards late hours, and I didn't want to be hanging around an empty place. I paid admission and got a drink from the bar. After a while the show started. If you've been to one of these you know what they're like – wildly overdressed and heavily-made-up drag queens lip-synching to pop songs. The music leans heavily to the diva genre, everything from Barbra Streisand to Donna. " She realized that she might be rambling a bit but she felt wonderful at the moment and was not going to lose this feeling soon if she could avoid it.Each of them was soon pouring from their own pot of tea. Sharing a plate of scones with jams and marmalade on the table. No one questioned Barkley's presence there. He was known along with his master, Lorenzo. The two had simply gone from this subject to that, with little plan or pathway of conversation. Just enjoying each other's presence, each.