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because, whenever he walked through it, he knew he was almost home.
    After taking a quick shower and putting on a long-sleeved shirt and jeans, he grabbed his bike and took off for the Baron of Beef pub which was on the north side of the city. Campbell waved to some acquaintances and then pedaled into the car park behind the Baron and Beef, locking up his bike. He went in through the front door and immediately looked t o the back for his friends. Fiona, Henry, Peter and Charles were seated at one of the larger round tables. He nodded to them to acknowledge that he had seen them before stopping at the bar to tell the barkeep that he wanted a Black and Tan.
    "Oy!" Henry cried out when Campbell approached the table.
    "Ah, I never thought I’d make it. What a horrid day. I hate these NHS conferences on emerging diseases. They never cover anything of interest or anything that we don’t already know."
    "Amen," Fiona said resolutely. "It’s a complete load of codswallop. We’d be better off just having drinks with each other and trading war stories."
    Henry gave Campbell a mischievous look and snickered.
    "What’s going on?" he asked, staring suspiciously at Henry.
     
    "Turn around," Henry said.
    Campbell turned around and jerked his head back in surprise. Behind him was Maggie, trying desperately to serve drinks with a cast on her arm. She looked haggard and worried.
    Campbell turned back around in his seat and rolled his eyes at Henry. "She’s everywhere."
    Henry chuckled. "She’s been running around in circles. She obviously can’t carry too many drinks with that cast on, so it means twice the trips and long waits. The customers are a little annoyed at her. I’ve heard some grumbling."
    "Too bad." Campbell said flippantly to Henry just as he felt someone walk up behind him. Maggie came up by his side and sat the Black and Tan next to him. "Good evening, Dr. Adair."
    He turned to correct her, but she was bending down, wiping the table, giving him a great view down her loose peasant blouse of her breasts. He was pleasantly surprised to see that they were pert and round and barely staying in the demi-bra she was wearing. He knew that everyone could see he was admiring the perfectly shaped breasts, but he couldn’t stop looking. It had been a long time since he had been this close to beautiful breasts that weren’t covered by a green hospital gown.
    He pulled his eyes up to meet hers, noticing that she had caught him in the act. Campbell cleared his throat. "Hello Miss McGee. Are you working here now?"
     
    "I thought I was." Her brows were knitted and her mouth turned down. "But I’ve been told that once I work this shift, not to come back until I’m out of the cast. I’m just too slow. They called in a barmaid to take my place, she should be here soon."                           
    "Maggie, do you have another job?" Henry asked.
    She looked down and bit her lip, "No."
    "Why are you here in Cambridge?"
    "I’m attending Downing, finishing my senior year in law school through an exchange program. But we’re required to help support ourselves while we’re here. Excuse me, but the barmaid is here. I need to turn over the drink orders."
    Henry jumped up. "Come join us when you’re done."
    "Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think I’m very good company right now." She said sadly.
    "Nonsense, we won’t let you go home without a little nog. Will we Campbell?"
    Campbell was uncomfortable; he really didn’t want a stranger at their table. He had been looking forward to some time with his friends to whinge about work. But his manners prevented him from saying what he was thinking, "No, of course you must join us."
    She looked around and sighed. "I’ll join you for one."
    Henry nodded enthusiastically. "Great! We really don’t bite." He paused for effect. "Although, Campbell gnaws occasionally."
    Maggie managed a weak smile.
    After Maggie left, Campbell gave Henry a steady glare. "What are we—the