” She slid the drink over to me. “This one’s on the house. Good luck.” Before I could even bring the straw up to my lips a man leaned up agai...nst the bar beside me. I looked over, it was Mr. Davis. “What are you doing here?” he scolded. “Uhhhh,” I stammered. “You shouldn’t be here. You don’t belong in a place like this.” He grabbed my arm. “I’m taking you home right now.” He dragged me out to his car, my drink still in hand. “What were you thinking following me here?” he asked as we entered. “Leo, this is my future mother-in-law so watch the language, please.”, I replied. “Oh man, this just keeps getting better.”, he growled. “Leo, maybe it’s best that you guys just go across the lot and listen to the music from there. Everyone is here to have fun……. Please don’t mess it up.”, I asked. By now, everyone in earshot was listening and watching assured that there would be more to come. I glanced around the lot to see if I. By then I,d been married to english wife Sarah nine months though she was preparing to rejoin me having spent four months back in England recovering from poor health. I was twenty five then and brother Austin fifteen. My late Mom was almost as keen a fisherman as me and one day it had dawned cloudy and cool she suggested we try the small stream that ran just below the house called Mill Creek. I let her use my old hip waders as the steam could be waded in places and wore rubber boots myself. The. We had to be careful in the loft because we weren't supposed to be three. Judith's parents normally ran the place, but they had taken the night off. Her older brother was running the projectors, and her aunt was taking tickets and doing concessions. It was, though, the only place we could find some privacy."I think we could head home and use my room," Scott said."You said that before," I said. "Wouldn't Mom and Dad notice?" Not if we close the right doors," he said. "And we can park around the.