Anyways...

With Haley gone you found yourself all by your lonesome for the first time all day.

No, I don’t count.

Leaning back, you let out a content sigh still riding the high from either Leah’s phenomenal fellatio performance or Haley’s red hot burning love.

Maybe both.

Of course there was also sweet little miss Brenda.

And her virgin naughty bits.

Don’t you start with that too!

Just saying.

After nearly a year with nothing but bleak, desolate, darkness.

You finally had something on the horizon.

It felt like you were finally turning a corner and coming into some good luck.

Eva notwithstanding.

You easily saw generous prospects with all three lovely ladies.

And hey if you fuck up again like with Savannah you have two other chances!

Thanks that’s really reassuring.

I’m here to help!

Press X to Doubt.

Content as you were to stay there and wallow in your own fantasies about frisky females. The protest growls of your stomach much like the Hong Kong Protesters rapidly became too loud to ignore.

Free Hong Kong!

…And we’re banned in China.

Checking the time on your Android smartphone.

Fuck Apple!

…And we’re banned in Cupertino.

A little past four and only a short putter from Cockswane and the legendary BB or Beers and Boobs Boulevard you decided to pay Taylor a visit and grab some grub.

Is there seriously enough boobies to justify that name?

So…much…public nudity.

But being female and topless is illegal in like 44 states.

Fuck your anti-titty views! Free the nipple!

…And we’re banned in…actually nah boobies are awesome! Fuck them!

Free the nipple!

(Protest noises)

Sigh, yes all of that was a set-up for that joke.

Just ignore him and let’s get back to relevant content.

Arriving at Murphy’s Bar and Restaurant and parking in the rear…hehe

You headed towards the front door.

Murphy’s was a corner-stone of the Cockswane experience.

Heck, even your moms spent their collegiate years haunting its storied black and green leather booths.

A monolithic brick building dating to at least the sixties it was composed of two sections. A modest bar/restaurant up front and a massive sunken dancefloor in the back colloquially known as the pit. During the day a fire-truck red scissor-gate separated the two spaces, but after five the drunks were free to roam.

Tugging on the polished brass door handle you were instantly bathed in the familiar dingy darkness of the building.

Fuck. This place hasn’t changed since the last time you were here.

Which was last week.

For brunch.

Yay mimosas!

A formality given your regular-status and sister’s employment you still rang the brass bell on the hostess station and waited patiently. A few minutes passed, highly unusual especially during the daylight hours. Figuring Joanne or James couldn’t be bothered to greet you headed to the bar.

Straightaway you spotted an unfamiliar butt wiggling in the air. It was dressed in a blissfully snug pair of leather pants. Although lacking the volume of Haley’s hams, it still held its own unique charm tiny, taut, and toned. The kind of ass that best served as pillow for an afternoon nap.

Craning your neck for a better look at the delightful derrière you noticed the owner was minding a lake of broken glass and shattered porcelain.

Kneeling down beside the woman you got your first glimpse of her face as you plopped the fragments of a pint glass into the gray bus-tub.

Platinum blonde with shoulder length hair and straight cut bangs. She had a waif-like figure that highlighted her flawless bone structure and fair skin. As Lilly would say the girl was born to be a Victoria’s Secret model.

Continuing to clear away the glass you realized while beautiful she was lacking in a certain upper body endowment every other waitress at Murphy’s had.

Tits.

He’s talking about tits.

Yes, if you must be so crass.

The woman while no surfboard missed the massive knockers you knew James so fondly preferred in new hires.

Suspicious of the help, the girl’s baby blues did a quick double-take while you tossed away the last broken plate. Picking up the bus-tub you set it on a table then offered the woman a hand. Cautiously, she grabbed it and let you help her up. Dusting off the green apron wrapped around her waist she snuck in another look at you.

You straightaway saw pools of anxiety and sadness.

Instinctively you spoke.

“Are you alright?”

She closed her eyes and sighed heavily.

“Yeah, just been a shitty couple of days. But thanks for the help.”

“Ain’t no thing. And who knows maybe that four leaf clover will bring you some good luck.”

“Huh?”

She replied giving you a puzzled expression.

You simply pointed to the small embroidered clover on the corner of her apron.

“Luck of the Irish.”

She sighed again but this time with a tiny smile.

“I never feel very lucky”

Exhausted, she picked up the bus-tub and headed for the kitchen.

Sitting down at the bar you glanced over your shoulder and took one last look at the woman before she disappeared behind the kitchen door.

“Enjoying the view lad?”

Turning back to the bar you were surprised to see James cleaning out some pint glasses.

“Doesn’t seem like your type.”

James laughed running his hand through his salt and pepper mane.

“I’ll admit the lass is a bit light in chest. But what can ya do family is family.”

“Family?”

You inquired fairly shocked.

“Yeah, she’s my niece.”

James placed his rough hands atop yours and leaned in.

He was close enough you could make out the day old stubble peppering his chin and the stormy grey of his eyes.

“So lad I’ll ask again you enjoying the view?”