.. we can't outrun the fire ... and there's no shelter anywhere near us ... what to do? Ok! Ok! What does a fire need? Ok ... it needs fuel ... and ai... ... and a spark or some sort of flame. Ok ... what do we need? A place that is missing one of those things ... but what? Well we both need air but ... Ooooo! Ooooo! Another fire! One in front of us! If the wind holds, we can cause a burn that will move away from us and consume all the fuel ... then the fire in back of us will not have anything. She hadn’t had her break, and the burden of being the only waitress all day was bearing heavily upon her. That’s why, when she first saw the dragon, she was convinced that it was an hallucination from her fatigue. She had been cleaning a table that looked out onto the street-front when she glimpsed in the distance an odd shape. At first she thought it was a low-flying airplane until it made an abrupt dive and then turned that into a loop. No airplane she knew of could do that. A bird, perhaps?. "Dirty mare!" snorted Leah, "Look at the state of her! I bet she was playing with herself in the car all the way here!" Azalea and Paige giggled, while meanwhile Tony roughly turned Mrs Jameson round and bent her forward over the cistern. With one big, spade-like hand he slapped her slightly chubby bottom. The sound rang round the van and a red mark appeared on her creamy flesh. She yelped and something splattered on the floor. "She's wet herself!" gasped Paige. "Oh no, please...!" groaned. His volunteerism definitely changed him. Stephen got to interact with all kinds of people. He helped out quite a few of them. The funny thing was that while he could help and even save others, he couldn’t save himself from the nightmare of domestic abuse. Abuse he continued to receive from his aunt and sister even as he helped others. You see, he couldn’t escape from his torment because he was an illegal immigrant in the United States of America. Where would he go if he left his aunt’s house?.