I learned how to pour a few, and endured my bartender teacher grinding upagainst my leather skirted ass and feeling up my breasts through my bra."Quie...t about that girl, I dont make enough to get time with you, so dealwith this," he told me when I looked as if I was about to complain orknee him. That reinforced in me the reality of what I was now once again.As the time for the club opening got closer, I was assigned the task ofbringing drinks to patrons, and went behind the bar as the club. I was feeling incredibly happy.“You should-a dance,” Uncle Joe said. “Dance with your lovely lady.”He started playing another song; I recognized it as ‘The Loveliest Night of the Year’. I stood up, and pulled Megan up with me, held her in a dance pose, and we waltzed around the tables. I looked over Megan’s shoulder; a small crowd had gathered at the front of the restaurant, and people were looking at us. When the song was finished, I kissed her briefly, and we sat down, to the applause and. Monterey is very similar to the town I grew up in. Both are coastal towns, relying heavily on the fishing industry and tourism, and both are fairly affluent communities. There are, however, a few differences. Of all the differences between the east and west coasts, one, in particular, stood out, rain. Back home, rain could be a summer squall, a torrential downpour, a light drizzle… Rain was many things in New England. But in Monterey, I was surprised by what they called rain.After a few. I thought I’ll get a drop to Hebbal and I went near the road waving my hands at any vehicle. Of course, no one stopped. I wouldn’t have either.I spent the next twenty minutes waving my hands at any vehicle. But bad luck! In hindsight, it was probably the best thing that happened. Because, that was when it happened. A white Audi was coming towards me slowly. I knew there was no chance that this car would stop for me. But I had to try and try I did. I waved my hands and the car stopped a few.