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i go on stage with Lover at my side, our hearts are heavy as we stand in front of mics
"hey bar&grill "
my voice sounds trembling and i take a long pause
"we are here now to celebrate our friend ....James...
i wanna play this song...that many times made me cry before....this band wrote it when their drummer died...and i made it mine when i had a huge loss in my family...
now again i have to cry with it for our great drummer ...who left an empty space here on this stage....
so please ....i wanna hear you all singing with us...so our choir will reach the sky....will reach James....now he is so far away....."

Avenged Sevenfold
"So Far Away"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7ry4cx6HfY

Never feared for anything
 Never shamed but never free
 A life to heal the broken heart with all that it could
 
Lived a life so endlessly
 Saw beyond what others see
 I tried to heal your broken heart with all that I could
 
Will you stay?
 Will you stay away forever?
 
How do I live without the ones I love?
 Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned
 Place and time always on my mind
 I have so much to say but you're so far away
 
Plans of what our futures hold
 Foolish lies of growing old
 It seems we're so invincible
 The truth is so cold
 
A final song, a last request
 A perfect chapter laid to rest
 Now and then I try to find
 A place in my mind
 Where you can stay
 You can stay awake forever
 
How do I live without the ones I love?
 Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned
 Place and time always on my mind
 I have so much to say but you're so far away
 
Sleep tight, I'm not afraid (not afraid)
 The ones that we love are here with me
 Lay away a place for me (place for me)
 'Cause as soon as I'm done I'll be on my way
 To live eternally

here my guitar cries as Lover takes his breath
 
How do I live without the ones I love?
 Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned
 Place and time always on my mind
 And the light you left remains but it's so hard to stay
 When I have so much to say and you're so far away

picking chords and rolling drums
and again high notes from my guitars bleeding under my fingers
then the voice of Lover
singing out loud
 
I love you, you were ready
 The pain is strong and urges rise
 But I'll see you, when He lets me
 Your pain is gone, your hands untied
 
So far away (so far)
 And I need you to know
 So far away (so far)
 And I need you to, need you to know

on the last note from my guitar i raise my eyes
looking over the skies
"for you........James"

The song is done, the lights turn off. Everyone is quiet, sending out his message to james. He will feel this energy and love everybody is sending. Now he is gone, but never forgotten.

I speak softly but clearly.
"When we got the message about his death, we thought to quiet the band. But this james never would have wanted. So we will continue. We always have one of his drums on stage, so he will have his place aside us."

After a short break I continue "It's monday today and i bet i knw what you're all are looking for! Freddie, we need your guitar!"
Freddie starts playing and i start singing

Gary Moore - Friday on my mind https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCSeUcYyHcg

Lover rings the bell announcing my milestone of 4,000 posts and suddenly find a few drinks lining up. I spy the shorts with suspicion wondering how many Malorts are mixed in there.

I down a few shots, hoping it will dull my stiff body and groan at Foxxy’s jokes. They are as bad as Covems.

Just then,  music fills the air from Freddie & Lover.

Tango enters the bar and he comes over to congratulate me, kissing my cheek as he notices a new redhead in town.  He moves over to introduce himself and I hear her say Jingerbird  to him as he takes her hand and kisses it. Old Joe serves her a free first beer and gets ready to add more to Covems tab.

Old Joe serves more beer as Freddie and Lover take to the stage and we remember our old friend, James.  We cry, we laugh and we drink a toast to him.  Then Lover encourages us all to join in a sing-a-long.

Suddenly my attention is drawn to the doorway where a youth had been arguing with his girl. A big guy in biker gear had knocked him clean out for smacking her across the face.

I walk up to the biker, nodding my approval and say to Old Joe, “Get Tango to lock him up Joe, and see if his girlfriend needs any help.”
Old Joe moves towards  Tango who's sitting with Jinger.   He then helps the girl and rings her a taxi at her request to take her home.

I move round to the bar to pour the handsome biker a drink and ask, “Another beer stranger?”

He nods and as he answers, I notice his accent is Australian. He takes a drink and introduces himself as Aus,  short for AusWoody.

I pour myself a cup of tea, my right hand still sore from the punch earlier on in the night. I flex it seeing my knuckles are red, then take my time to look AusWoody up and down… big, tall, muscular, dressed in leathers, handsome, breath taking good looks.  He could be useful round the bar.

“You in the village long Aus?”  I ask and note he had smiled towards Jinger. 

The guy seemed to like Red heads...  interesting.

He turned his face towards me and his blue eyes lock into mine.

“Maybe,” he says, “What you got in mind?”  He boldly looks me up and down to mirror my actions of earlier. The guy has confidence and I like that in a man.

“Well, Aussy, that depends on your talents,” I smile feeling the devil begin to dance in my Angel eyes and my tarnished halo slip and tilt that little bit more.

“I’ve not had any complaints yet,” he murmurs and sips his beer watching me.

I chuckle at him, liking his humour and how his lips curl around his glass.

This night is suddenly looking a lot more interesting…

I arrive at the AB&G in my patrol car and walk in to see Miss Brandy.

I tell her the police department is a bit understaffed and we are looking for new members, would it be ok for me to hang a recruitment poster in the bar.

She agrees and as i gave it to Old Joe he hangs it with the rest so all the people can see.

Having put the young lad from the Bar in the cells to cool down for the night I'm on my way to my office when  I hear Martin calling me Into the Chiefs office. As i walk in I found him layed back in the Chiefs chair with his feet up on her desk "Your taking your life in your hands if Pafe finds your foot prints on her desk" I say laughing at him

"Your better read this then" he says as he hands my a letter, as I read it my eyes open "Pafe has resigned and we have to replace her" Smiling "looks like you like the chair so you can takeover as Chief if you want it"   Taking his feet off the desk and stands we shake hands " That's set then Congrats on becoming the new Chief ."

Leaving His new office I walk down to my desk and fill out the report just need the witness statements. After about an hour I head back to the Bar to find the New Chiefs car in the car lot I park next to it and  walk into the bar pushing the door it swings open.

As I walk in I see the Chief at the bar with Brandy and Woody handing Old Joe a poster of some sort, Jinger is still at the bar where I lefter her earlier I smileover to her as she watches me walk over to the bar. "Can I have a quick word with you Woody over at a table" I ask  Sure I have nothing to hide" We move to the table  I take notes as we chat and get him to sign the notes I shake his hand and thank him for his time.

We get up and walk back to the bar taping Martin on the back as I walk passed and back to Jinger " My I get you a drink" I ask  "Sure mines a Vodka"she says with a big smile.

"Joe a Beer and A Vodka here when you have a moment"  Joe brings them over and we chat as we drink.

Sneaking into the Ice House via the Dwarf passage, I then make my way into the back passage.  I slowly open the concealed door to the storage room and peek inside.  Seeing that there is no one in the storage room, I enter and go to the attic door.  Pressing in the code for the lock release, I smile to myself when I hear the lock click open.

I close the door behind me once I enter the stairway, taking care as to not make any noise.  Then I climb the steps up to the attic.  It is exactly as I left it, albeit a bit dustier.  "That's a good sign", I think, "no one's been up here."

I go to the back wall of the attic and again press in a code to unlock the hidden door, then I go into my room.  I put some clothes into the bureau and dust off the desk.  I open my bag and pull out various parts and things needed to make repairs with.

Next I take out the note Miss Stone provided me with.

Repair -

"Rum Donut machine,  giving triple measures of rum"  That is not necessarily a bad thing, but it's probably the solenoid valve not closing.  I have a new one.

"Broncho Billy keeps creaking"  got a can on 3 in 1 oil for that.

The other repairs will need inspection to see what is needed.  I grab my tool box and mosey off to the bar.

I wave to Old Joe before crawling underneath "Bronco Billy".  Then I lubricate all the moving joints.  Crawling back out, I start him up and he's running as quiet as ever.  Next it's onto the Rum Donut Machine.

Just as suspected, the solenoid valve is shot.  I replace that with the new one, giving myself a jolt from becoming absent minded.  That will teach me to make repairs with the power still on.  Finished with that repair, I test it, and the machine is now running perfectly.  So I make a batch of donuts... I dump them on a plate and go to my usual seat at the end of the bar next to the dwarf's panel.  I put my hat on the post then I sit on the stool.

Joe doesn't say a word, he just nods and pours me a sarsparilla... and walks it down the bar... sets the mug in front of me like he's always done.  Old Joe reaches to the plate and takes a donut... we knock the donuts together as if they were glasses.  I break my donut in half...

"Joe", I say, "do you know that if you break a donut in half, some of the calories fall out."

"I didn't know that," he replies while breaking his donut in half.

"Its true." I continue, "and... if no one sees you eating a donut... the calories don't count."

Joe nods again to me as he pops one half of the donut into his mouth.  I do the same.  Then Old Joe wanders down the bar to attend to his customers.

As the night seemingly grows old and the bar becomes crowded with people, the empty stage suddenly fills with smoke and a deep voice from the speakers bellows...


The beat to Get Naked by Britney Spears kicks in, as I emerge from the smoke, appropriately dressed in barely nothing. 


I walk towards the pole placed at the centre of the stage and seductively twirl around it, eyeing the rowdy men in the crowd.. before I start to really get into the song, oozing of sex.


"I'm not ashamed of my body, you can see what I got," Britney's sultry voice coos as I make my way off stage towards the bar counter with the assistance of two bouncers.


"If I get on top," ... The two bouncers lift me onto the bar counter ... "You're gonna lose your mind" ... I turn around as champagne is poured over me by one of the men and the song's breakdown kicks in and I really start struttin' my stuff.. even managing to do the splits, knocking over a couple of glasses.


I make my back to centre stage.. hopping back onto the pole and showing off some more of my moves just as the song nears its end.


As the song ends off, I walk up right to the front of the stage and just stand there as a gallon of water falls over me from above... splashing away the tiny bits of clothing I had on, as I stand there sparkling wet and exposed to all.


I strike a pose to mark the end of my performance to a roaring applause, full of whistles and claps and cheers, mainly from the rowdy men in the energetic crowd.


"It's good to be back," I mutter to myself, as I smile to the crowd, before heading backstage to dry off and throw a black sheer mini-robe on.

Waking up from my stupor after watching Miss Amy's electrifying dance routine.  I seemed to have drifted into a fantasy.  I watch as she sits at the bar and orders her drink... I mouth the words "My tab" to Joe when I catch his eye.

Since the stage is clear... wet but clear... I make my way to the microphone, eyeballing Miss Roxy's now transparent top...

First I run my hand around the microphone, using my palm in a caressing motion while continuing to stare... there's an audible rustling sound as my hand moves on the mic.. then remembering why I was on the stage, I tap the microphone...

"Is this thing on?"  I ask.


"Sex is like a card game.  If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand."


A man and his wife were watching a boxing match on television.  The husband sighed and said, "Man, what a rip-off!  It was all over in four minutes."
The wife replied, "Now you know how I feel."


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Coming off the stage, I grab the pole and give it a shake...   it wiggles a bit, so for good measure I do an awkward spin on the pole and stumble off when finished.  "Gotta change the screws", I think.

I go back to the bar... grab my sarsparilla and head out to the fire pit to inspect the back wall.  Miss Stone is correct, it is crumbling...

"Grrrr", he growls in his familiar, husky tone as my head, settled between his legs, bobs up and down.

Settled on my bar stool, my eyes remained focus on the prize... as my hands tug on his rugged jeans, pulling them even closer to slipping off the edge of the bar counter, on which his large frame is seated.

My plump lips and hot, slithering tongue work their magic.. moving in closer and closer to his balls.

Suckling, licking and teasing that sensitive underside with the tip of my moist tongue consistently and effectively, all for the sake of driving his lust to the point of no return.

As I drool all over his length, my actions get sloppier, wetter and dirtier with each second going by.

My movement suddenly slows as I take him deep into my throat.. inch by inch.. until my lips meet his sac. I hold there as my eyes widen and begin to water.

Relentless.. I continue to hold... all the meanwhile making movement with my succulent lips. Then in one quick slurrrrrrping motion, I shut my eyes and suckle him with full force.

Feeling faint.. I begin to open my eyes and just as I'm about to..

 BAM! A glass of dirty martini is placed before me.

"Thought you could you use another drink, you seemed to be really enjoying the first one," Old Joe says cheekily with a wink.

I suddenly become aware that my mouth is attached to the straw of an empty glass and quickly detach from it, snapping back to reality and regaining a sense of my surroundings.

I scratch my head and chuckle to myself. I notice the crowd hollering and cheering at the jokes being made on stage for a mere second but as I take a sip from the martini, my thoughts drift back to him...

"Mmm..." is all I can think..