Honey pressed her key card against the electronic lock of the lavish hotel room in the Hudson Hotel.

When she clicked on the light she was surprised to find George sitting in the dark with a drink in his hand.

“So, do you want to tell me what happened?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” Honey asked.  “I told you I want down to get some ice.”

“Honey!  That was over an hour ago.  And so where’s the ice?” George demanded.

“Listen George, I don’t need another father!” Honey roared back.

Go Get Him! the Mad Rebel encouraged.

George swirled the ice in his glass in frustration before speaking.

“Well that’s just it Honey!  I’m old enough to be...

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