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The door looked just as it had the night before. It was closed and, knowing Bernie, locked several times over.

Kathleen knocked on the door

A minute later there was the sound of the locks being undone, one after another. Bernie opened the door and looked curiously at Kathleen. "You're very early," he said. "I wasn't expecting you until tonight. Jeremiah ain't gonna be here until then."

Kathleen smiled and said, "Well maybe me and you can get it on until then hmm?"

Bernie grinned. "Yeah, we could do that," he said, opening the door wide. "Come on in."

Kathleen walked into the house

The vestibule and living room didn't look any different than they had last night. Once Kathleen was inside, Bernie set about locking all of the locks once again. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked.

"What do you have my lover?"

"I got all kinds of things, honey," said Bernie. "If it's beer you want, I got some ice cold Buds. Got some champagne if you wanna get all fancy. Or if you want the good stuff, I got a fifth of prime Kentucky bourbon just waiting for a special occasion."

"Oh give me some of that bourbon please"

"I had a feeling I knew what you wanted," said Bernie. He ducked into the kitchen and came back shortly afterwards with a bottle of bourbon and two shot glasses. He sauntered over to the couch and spread out, patting the seat next to him. Then he opened the bottle, filled the glasses, and held one out to Kathleen.

Kathleen sat down next to him and began to sip the bourbon.

Bernie took a swig of the bourbon and slipped his arm around her. "Want me to put some music on?" he asked. "Got a preference?"

Kathleen smiled and said, "Anything by the Beatles?"

(OCC-Handy will be leaving town for Georgia at the end of this week. Will look to update before then. Will be back Early july. Thanks!)

"I sure do," said Bernie. He got up and went over to the rack of records near his stereo and record player, flipped through them, and picked one out. He put it on the turntable, placed the needle on it, and started it up. Then he returned to the couch. He slid down next to Kathleen and moved in for a kiss as the music began to play from the speakers:

Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

Kathleen moved away and said, "Wait you ever hear of being a gentlemen?"

"I thought that's what I was doin'," said Bernie, chuckling. "I shared my best bourbon with you, put on the music you like, all the romantic things to put you in the mood, baby. You done told me this is why you showed up so early. I'd never complain if you decided not to be ladylike."

While he spoke, the music continued to play:

Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone
But it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me

Kathleen smiled and said, "Well i just want to know how the plans are going?"

"You're the one with the plan," said Bernie. "My part is just to introduce you to Jeremiah, and he won't be here for several hours. You'll have to sell him on your plan, and if he likes it, he'll get you what you need. He was a combat engineer in World War Two. Back then, the Army was still segregated."

The music continued to play:

Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

Kathleen said, "I wish I could serve in the army. Then I would take my gun and go shoot President Nixon."