Needless to say Dude was fired on the spot and we never heard anything from the poor stoner again, but I did hear an interesting story about a week la...ter from a friend of his who came by to pickup Dude's final paycheck. He cryptically said something about "Some man putting down some major heat on Dude and made him split for the coast." Whatever the hell that meant.I did know that the boss was now acting a bit strange too, and had received a couple of private visitors in his office lately and he. "Yeah! Sure beats the line for the bathroom. God! There's got to be 20 people in line! Why don't they ever have enough bathrooms for women at these things?"By then, I had to pee, myself. "Uhm, I've got to pee first, okay. Close the door."Next to the pail in the corner was a rusty gas can that was a catalyst for cobwebs. It didn't seem to have been used in years and it was completely empty. I dropped my pants and slid my wiener into the cap opening. It felt weird to be taking a leak while a. Tommy tells Pam "Take this, bitch" and hands her a $50.- bill "and offer him something else for the rest" Yes, Master"When the guy comes back, Pam is bright red. "There is a little problem, sir" she tells the guy "I've just checked my purse and all the money I have is this" and hands him the $50.- bill. She rubs lightly her right tit and asks him with a (fake) smile "Do you mind if I pay you the rest with some kind of service?"The guy almost explodes with this proposal "OK. I can close the shop. He’d moved in two years earlier, and at first everyone was nervous: covered in tattoos, he drove a Harley and dressed like a biker. The first murmurs were that he’d bought the old Henderson house, which had gone to wrack and ruin while its elderly owners succumbed slowly to dementia, because he could only afford such a wreck in this otherwise respectable neighbourhood. The neighbourhood held its breath as it waited for the biker parties that would keep them up at night and fill the tidy streets.