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Four months later Sean, now eighteen years old and dressed in immaculate dark slacks, a snow white shirt, and dark tie, kept his eyes on his bosss profile. The men at the corner table were quickly growing out of hand, and Sean knew that any moment he would be called in. A woman came by, heavily made up, and seductively ran her hand across Seans chest. As usual, he barely took notice of her.
Bucks head turned a moment later, and Sean went into action. He was only one of three bouncers in this posh establishment, and their movements were never to be hurried or ungainly. With natural grace Sean and one other man moved toward the rear. And with far less noise or action than one would have dreamed possible, the two troublemakers were extracted from the game and shown into the alley.
The show started moments later. Sean stood at one corner of the stage, his eyes constantly scanning the room for trouble. Tonights crowd was raucous, but no one was out of control. At closing Sean made his way upstairs to his room with only the faintest feeling of dissatisfaction. He realized as he climbed into bed that hed been spoiling for more of a fight. The men theyd taken into the alley had gone much too willingly.
He lay in the beautiful room he called his own and listened to the hotel bar grow quiet. Someone knocked on his door, but Sean didnt answer. It would only be one of the girls, asking if hed changed his mind about joining her in her room. The answer was always no, and Sean had started ignoring the questions altogether.
They believed he thought himself too good for them, but that wasnt the case. In truth, Sean wasnt sure what held him back. He never hesitated to gamble or drink in the worldly environment in which he lived. His hesitance might have had to do with the fact that every time he was tempted, he saw his mothers face. She died when he was 14, but he could still hear her voice telling him when he was just 12 that saving himself for marriage must be a priority. Youll never regret it, Sean, but if you dont wait, I can make you no such promise.
As usual, Sean didnt care for the direction of his own thoughts. Determined to sleep, he rolled to his side, shifting his thoughts to the stage downstairs with its heavy gold curtain and velvet trim. The name Bucks had given Sean an image of a rough-and-tumble bar, but Bucks was more than a bar; it was a hotel, and a classy one at that.
Sean fell asleep telling himself that for the past three years he had been working too hard. This was the life he was meant to lead. This was where he belonged.
Im telling you, I dont like him, Sal told his partner.
Hes a good worker, Buck reasoned.