A Night Out in the Cornfield
***I apologize now, this story is a little longer then my usual ones. Hope it doesn’t deter my fans from reading*** Leah walked into ‘Double Deuce’ all by herself that night. It was her favorite bar. In fact, she almost considered it a second home. She was known the all the bartenders, and the waitresses. The owner always said ‘Hello’ to her when ever he saw her sitting at the bar. It was a country-type place that had old John Wayne movie posters, vintage metal signs, and pictures of...