In the space of a week, something had happened to my boys.I started freaking out, I sent texts and calls but no news.Then after three weeks, I know so...methings was up.Elijah seemed to be head of security.He worked in a fag bar but hated fags, so you could tell why I was freaking out.It all was quiet at the club on his whereabouts, but I knew something was up.The other bouncers that weren’t friendly with R-V, had this cocky look about them.I sensed they knew something.Over the coming weeks, I. ”“Why sure!” replied the good hearted Lori. “What is her name?”“Sadie” came the reply. “She can be a terror sometimes.”They walked to the parking lot together. Lori, an attractive 33 year old, a full and lovely figure, and glasses, white blouse and dark blue knee length dress; and the woman, who had neglected to give her name. She was about Lori’s age, more slender and wiry, with blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. The car was in a shady corner, to keep it cooler, Lori presumed. The woman. Chapter1 Joe Bradley sipped hiscoffee as he watched the young mother and daughter intently. From his seat, two booths away, he couldjust make out the gist of their conversation, which was mostly idle chit chatdetailing a rather mundane afternoon. He was nearly ready to leave the quiet coffee shop when the two had comein and garnered his attention. Themother appeared to be in her mid 30s, and the daughter maybe 15. The resemblance between them wasundeniable, and they could easily have passed. The key card slid in, beeped, and the door opened. My back to the door, I drug my heavy bad in the room, turned around, and practically kissed the tall, tan, muscular surfer guy about my age staring back at me. He had a confused look on his face and I jumped back with a quick AHH! from shock. Laughing in embarrassment when I noticed he was in just a towel and headed to the bathroom, I apologized, fumbled with the keycard, and said I must have the wrong room, though both the key and the room.