Pretend This didn't Happen

Hell of a left

The mobile home park was up for sale, people may lose their homes if it was sold to the wrong person and not only their homes, possibly their livelyhood also. Many of the folk living at the park, worked as well out of their homes. Gary got this news while visiting John during his wife's training exercise, John was not at all sure what he was going to do if the park was sold and he had to move, making way for a future development. Nor would many of the other residents.

Gary made his way to the park office and found out the particulars, deciding it would really be no sweat from his balls if he were to own the park too, keeping things running as is and made the purchase. He'd earn his investment back within three months regarless if the mobile home park earned him any money and these people could keep their homes.

Gary checked the messages on the Notebook finding that Claire had messaged saying they'd be back in a few days and that she wasn't feeling all that well. Gary responded to the message telling her that her and Josh are to stay in the mobile home in Winterburn when they arrive back.  Gary then made his way back over to John's. John was in the midst of taking a beating from Andrea when he interrupted the session, Gary smiled and laughed.

"Your wife has a hell of a left" John said joining Gary at the table for coffee. "So how did everything go?" John asked. Gary produced the paperwork stating that he was now the owner of the mobile home park and nothing was to change, everthing was to continue operating as usual. "OH thank goodness," John was relieved to discover this "I was begining to think I would need to move."

"Well my love," Gary stated suggesting "We should go next door and get you all showered up and then header back. I'm kind of hungry" Gary looked at his wife with lust in his eyes.

"Yeah OK, baby" Andrea stepped out of the ring, through the ropes, catching a glimpse of Gary's glare, "hmm, I see, I see," asking "are we in a hurry?" Andrea put her shoes on and the two went next door. 

Back at the farm, the women, Sylvia and Sherry along with Anish and Jackson had made it back early and were preparing for the rest to arrive shortly. A full buffet was again served, Gary and Andrea both took complete advantage of this regaining their strength and stamina after their earlier exertions. Not long after their arrival, the rest of the human crew showed up, famished as well. After a good meal, followed with wine song and dance the routine continued as usual, although now much more was at stake. 

Gary and Sherry as well as Andrea all bent the strings in consession with eachother, having their own parts each to sing, teleporting energies. Steve pounded a melody out of the drums creating a rythm for Kirt and Kurk to follow with their stringed instruments. They synthesizer played in the background with the earlier programed notation rotations. Every now and then an uninvited guest would appear adding to the entertainment value for The Band, yet rather irratating Gary. Still, overall enhancing the energy in the studio. Every ounce of energy was poured into the songs recorded in this space which contained a conference room setting, yet normally it was only Jerome and Anish conferring.

"OK," Sherry stepped off the stage after setting her guitar back in it's stand "phew," wiping the sweat from her brow "I got work to do." Leaning over to give Anish a kiss, Sherry asked "are you going to come help me lover?"  Sherry had gotten over the idea that she was sleeping with a once dead man. It never crossed her sober thoughts any longer.

Gary sat deep in thought with his coffee cup infront of him, having received a call for help through the telephone line, he pondered over the dream from the night before. The voice on the other end of the line was vaguely familiar, though he wasn't sure from when or where. "OH," Sherry entered the kitchen "I didn't expect to see you here at this time."

Gary nodded and Sherry continued preparing breakfast "I couldn't get back to sleep after waking." 

Sherry nodded remembering many mornings years ago when she'd leave her bedroom years ago to find Gary at the kitchen table deep in contemplation "I am listening if you'd like to spill the beans." Sherry continued cooking. "Can I refil your coffee?"