"I'm going to cook some scrambled eggs and bacon ... can you manage some grub?"The thought of food reminded me how hungry I was. I nodded, and she wen... out to the kitchen. I heard her singing to herself as she got the utensils for the meal but sleep soon overpowered me."Wake up, sleepy head." Maggie stood in front of me, and there was the glorious smell of frying bacon. The thing you miss most of all in Moslem countries is not alcohol but bacon. It's no wonder they are all raving nutters in the. Chapters 8 to 11 follow almost immediately. There may be more, but only if you want it. Please take the time to give me your reactions – for good or ill. Please vote! Thanks for your interest} Emma barely remembered the next several hours. The nurse brought her a pill and a glass of water. ‘My name is Kathleen,’ she started. ‘I’ll just get you cleaned up a bit, and then the doctor will see you. This is a pain-killer, and a mild sedative. It will help you relax.’ Dimly, Emma recalled being. She adjusted her skirt as soon as she got out."Go in and get us a six pack." Began Jamie"Can I please have some money?" she asked, even though she knew she wasn't going to get any."Dressed like that, you shouldn't need any money. You have 20 minutes." Jamie continued."And Debbie, no adjusting your clothes until you get back." Laura added.I could see by the look in Debbie eyes that she was trying to fight it, but there was no way she could and she turned and walked up to the front door. Debbie. After finishing my midnight piss I automatically reached for the toilet handle and flushed the john. The toilet sounded extraordinarily loud in the still house.On my way back to bed I passed my ten-year-old daughter Cindy's room. Her room is right next to the bathroom so I decided to peek into her room to make sure that the flush hadn't woken her up. Silvery moonlight lit her room like daylight. She had kicked off her covers in her sleep and the tee shirt she used as a nightgown had inched its.