Someone to talk to, alone; someone to play with that understood; someoneto be there who cared. He wished, as he always wished, that he could bethat s...ul to find them.John could hear the smothered sound of sobbing. His hearing wasn'tquite together, and the sobbing sounded deep, low and resonant, evenslow. His eyes weren't trapped by sleep, but still stiff to open, asthough cracking open dried paint. Immediately his eyes were beset by ablast of light, and he took a moment to slow his waking,. They both seemed to be locked in a silent struggle. Ahmad had changed from trying to seduce her to seeing how much she would accept. Abby on the other hand, was trying to mask her embarrassment and humiliation with a silent acceptance that her life depended on. Her breath came in shorter bursts. She began to perspire. Her desperation and embarrassment came across to all three men as building passion.Her stomach shuddered like a woman in passion. The men in the other room watched in silent. I wasn't sure where we would be going with this. I got dressed and we went out for dinner. We talked a lot and she told me all about Mark and his ex-wife, which I already knew about. I told her a little about my over the road driving but not about the sex with the woman I met.She told me the truth about Las Vegas. She went there to party, but wasn't planning on having sex. She said the atmosphere was just so erotic. She thought she made a big mistake when she let Gloria talk her into having sex. You can sleep in the cart bed."Max swallowed heavily. "That's very kind of you, Ma'am. I am right grateful." Say nothing, Mr. Wagner. And please, my name is Elisabeth Adams."She showed him to the wagon shed. The hand cart was indeed large enough to allow Max to sleep away from the floor. He was settling down, his stomach growling after a day without food, when Elisabeth Adams showed again. She carried an old Army blanket, a double slice of bread, and a pitcher with hot tea."You'll need some.