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Our bartender presented her with another complimentary White Russian as his sacrifice to the Gods of Wishful Thinking. A few moments later, our generous drink master returned with three tall White Russians. Still waters run deep, and it didn't end well. " "A twofer is the first and last time something happens. Why the fuck would I want to be named after a stagnant pond? Everyone needs a hobby and sex was her diversion from work.
"One is for you and the other two are honor guards for the dead soldiers," he pointed to the two empty glasses. "Okay Dennis, that was a twofer," the book she was reading sailed across the room, missing my head by less than an inch. " Her smile was a weird combo of mischief and annoyance. She collected orgasms like some folks collected postage stamps.
Secrets of Liberty Mountain Copyright 2018 by Nathan Wolf Author's Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.
We crisscrossed Denver and the surrounding suburbs chasing every "For Rent" sign we could find. "Well, if you hear anything, please give me a call.
Thank you," Darlene frowned as she hung up the phone.
She looked at me, turned slightly and studied the calendar hanging on the refrigerator door, looked back into my eyes.
"That was our last best lead, we're screwed," Darlene slumped in her chair. Darlene's posture suddenly changed as she sat upright in her chair as the corner of her mouth turned upwards, and a smile lit up her eyes. "What kinda random question is this and where is it going?
The bar and a back wall of brick formed a naturally cozy little alcove large enough to accommodate three bar stools. Darlene's field of viable targets was limited unless she lowered her standards or went in for a threesome." If you learn where someone lives, you can start to make good guesses as to their culture. The closer to the road, the more connected they were too conventional reality."Honey, they don't have an address, and they're not on a road," Darlene moved to the living room sofa, and I followed. I had visited many communes in my younger days, and everyone had a personality ranging from boring to batshit crazy. "Fifty miles give or take," she leaned into me as she sat next to me. We were friends back in college." "What kind of friends?Mapmakers tended to hide the most critical information in the smallest print known to man. Darlene and I moved in together to save money when my landlord evicted me from my apartment for nonpayment of rent. She played the part of May at the youthful age of 35 years.
I fulfilled the role of December at the tender age of 60-mumble." if they had been living off the grid for 15-years this group had something going for it "You know, friends who help friends.