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    Dutch and I took seats at a table with another couple. Dutch went to grab a round of beers leaving me alone with the couple. I couldn’t remember their names. I was inundated with names and faces when we walked in and there was no way I could retain them all. Thankfully, the couple reintroduced themselves.
    “I’m Locke and this is Sheila,” the guy said. He was completely bald but had a long, dark, scraggily beard tinged with grey. He had a ring in each ear, many tattoos and would have looked mean and dangerous except for his almost constant smile.
    “I’m Shauna. Glad to meet you...for real,” I said and extended my hand. Each of them shook my hand in turn. Sheila was a stunning redhead, tall and lean but with curves for days. Her breasts were obviously implants but she seemed proud of them if the leather halter she wore was any indication. It left them mostly exposed along with her own collection of tattoos. However, she was as warm and friendly as her husband.
    “Dutch told us he’d met a girl. You’re very pretty. Something tells me this is all new and a little overwhelming,” Sheila observed and I appreciated the compliment.
    “Thank you. Yeah, this is a little...different. I’ve never been in a place quite like this,” I admitted. Sheila looked around the room and then smiled.
    “It’s a bit of a dump, but it’s fun,” she said. Dutch returned with a bucket of beers, none of them light or low calorie, and four shots.
    “You trying to get Shauna and me drunk, Dutch?” Sheila asked jokingly. Dutch smiled at Sheila but didn’t say a word. He passed out the beers and a shot glass to each of us. I picked up the shot glass and sniffed. Oh my God! It was strong and smelled like cinnamon.
    “What is it?” I asked.
    “Cinnamon whiskey! It’s from the devil. So good but so dangerous,” Sheila said. Everyone got ready to down their shot and I followed suit. It’s not as if I’d never done shots, but usually they were pink or yellow with a cute name. Locke counted down, then they all downed the whiskey and a half second later, I did the same. I was surprised how good it tasted but I coughed as the whiskey burned my throat. They all laughed, even Dutch, as I recovered and took a swig of beer.
    “Smooth, huh?” Locke joked.
    “It’s not bad,” I said in a hoarse voice.
    “I can’t tell you how much trouble I’ve gotten into after a few of those,” Sheila told me.
    “I wish I could remember those nights, baby. From what you told me, I had fun,” Locke said. Dutch chuckled at that and I wondered if they were being serious. “Dutch, let’s leave the ladies alone and shoot a game,” Locke suggested. Dutch nodded and the two men got up. Dutch leaned over, slipped an arm around me and gave me a deep kiss. I was surprised by the move but, damn, that felt nice.
    “I started a tab. Feel free to get my date drunk, Sheila,” Dutch said as he walked away. I looked at Sheila.
    “He’s joking...I think. He’s hard to read sometimes. But you know that don’t you?” Sheila said.
    “Yeah, he doesn’t talk much,” I said. Dutch and Locke wound up playing darts and Sheila and I talked.
    “He’ll open up. That’s just his way. So, where are you from?” Sheila asked. I told her I lived in the city and a little about myself. She seemed mildly surprised. “What are you doing here with Dutch?” she asked curiously.
    “He came on to me and...well, I don’t know. He’s good-looking but not really the type of guy I usually go for. I’m kind of along for the ride,” I told her.
    “I know what you mean. I’ve been along for the ride for years now but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I hope you don’t mind, but you don’t seem like one of those uppity city girls,” Shelia told me.
    “I’m beginning to wonder about that myself,” I answered honestly.
    “Why is that?” she asked.
    “A lot of my