At room 240, The Hilton Garden. Mrs. R had been my guidance counselor, during my freshmen year at State college, rumor had it she was an easy lay for ...the jocks, of which I was not. I was surprised by the fact she was staying at the Hilton, when she only lived 20 miles away. During college I had gone from a tall out of shape k** to a “ripped” grad student after slimming down and building muscle definition, at the gym which led to my teaching physical education to a bunch of teenie boppers at a. " Was her dad a drunk?" Gwen asked. Then she realized that she had fucked up. Jennifer flinched and visually bit her tongue before she answered."Maxine's Dad had PTSD, but nobody knew what that was back then. We all just thought he was shiftless and lazy. Now I think, he just realized that he had killed men in Vietnam who had done nothing to him. Back home he couldn't kill the ones who really pissed him off. That would make me a little crazy, how about you?" I gave her a hard look and dared her. ‘Twernt me Judge. Those boys just kept throwing chairs and bottles and even a table or two. All I did was throwed them back.’ Judge Reynolds was having a hard time trying to keep from laughing. Burrows is a man who thinks fighting four men at once is just a good time, he thought. ‘Are this Swede or his cohorts in the courtroom? Can they or anyone else verify or disputed Mr. Burrows’ account of the events at the saloon?’ ‘No, Your Honor,’ the Marshal replied. ‘When we got to the saloon, Burrows. The next morning, however, I discovered that I had been right all along.About nine in the morning, a sporty little roadster pulled into my driveway, and a man got out. He was young, tall, handsome, and...well, sexy. As far as me looking at other men goes, I'd say he was a damn fine looking dude. So that was it, I thought. I wasn't handsome enough for Jackie anymore.A little cloud of depression settled over me, and I decided to invesitage further. After all, this could be a client. There could.