Part 2

Jean Luc was a manly man, which, of course, most frenchmen are. Jean Luc took us to his favorite waterin hole, the Tight End. It was a manly bar, no doubt, so much so they didn't let women folk to enter. It was a curious bar, they had manly picture of shirtless mustachioed men and an interestin leather shop. I had no idea what most of the stuff was fer, but I'd say those folk took a likin to cowboys.

The chaps were grand! We met a quite hansome gent, named Sluggo_63. He sported rock hard abs and his face was a smooth as I'd seen. Oh, and his aftershave was sumthing else! Not that cheap alcohol based stuff, but the good non-alcohol based kind that keeps your face from dryin out. Mr Sluggo saw to it that we never bought a drink and kindly asked us if we would like to dance. I, of course, refused. Partly due to me verry-kose veins and a chronic foot fungus.

After sum time, Jean Luc became very tired. He muttered sumthing about a Ruby or Ru-fee and that he got some drinks mixed up. Sluggo kindly made sure that Jean Luc was going to get home alright. We left for the Holiday Inn for sum shut-eye.

After several more days of protectin the essential, our luck changed. For the better. The capt'n still pined for sweet Martha, he said she gave him the gift that kept on givin'. I kindly asked the capt'n if I could ever be so lucky as to receive a gift like that, but he never answered. Just kept sayin' that he would have to find another place to live and that he would lose half his pension. He called skeduling, asked if we could be ex.tended. Said he needed more time for a problem to clear up. His spirits were high when they offered us a trip to Las Vegas.

Shortly after arrivin in Las Vegas we met a mysterious man, went by the name of Doug. Doug was part of a wolfpack. His pack had one, two, three, or four members. We weren't sure and I don't think he was really sure either, but I digress... Doug invited us.....(to be continued)