“This is the master suite where Heather and I sleep,” I said at the top of the steps. “Your bathroom is in front of us.”“Our bathroom?” Co...nnor asked. “We don’t have to share it?”“Just for the two of you unless we have guests,” I said. “Your rooms are...” I gestured towards the two back bedrooms.“Our room!” the two squealed together. You couldn’t put anything past my boys. The open doors revealed two desks and some workout equipment in one room. The other, larger bedroom had the bunkbeds. The. Even the death of my wife from cancer was just a blip along the way to turning fifty. Everything came to a head at my 50th birthday party. A glass in one hand, I was with a group of my contemporaries, but only half-heartedly listening while they chatted, and my eyes wandered to the group of youngsters my daughter had invited. All aged about twenty, they’d dressed casually for a warm evening, which meant mainly in hipster mini-skirts, and tops that left their midriffs bare, as was the fashion. When they finish eating they watch a movie and then they go to bed.The next morning Andy wakes up grabs some clean clothes and his shaving kit and he takes a shower and shaves.Then he gets dressed puts his service revolver and chest holster onto his body then he goes to the bedroom.Where Jennifer is sleeping so that he can ask her what she wants to eat for breakfast but he is extremely hesitant to wake her up.So looked so angelic so beautiful and so peaceful but the young Indiana lawman knew. Once upon at time, The Rumba Room was the place to be. In the 1960’s celebrities of the time made the place a high priority on their list. Erica imagined Sinatra and Dean Martin, and maybe even Monroe all sharing cocktails at a dark cornered booth. The bar still possessed the same 1960’s lounge feel of its day. They decidedly went for a corner booth, it was secluded and apart from everyone else. The cold of the leather hit Erica’s bare legs and she flinched in response. ‘Have you been here.