Her eyes were glazed over. Amy wondered how well her friend could see. Courtney held out a hamburger and $20. ‘I’m sorry’ Then she lay down. Amy...ate the hamburger and looked at her friend, too numb to think about what was happening to her. She got up and walked around to ease the cold. She returned to the dumpster and noticed Courtney in the same position as when she left. She tried to roll her over, but she did not budge. Amy tugged harder. Courtney rolled over, stiff. Her face was gray and. Just then the woman on stage began to sing – ‘I don’t want to wait’ by Paula Cole, and my man started to unbutton his suit, stopping me dead in my tracks.(Surely he ain’t gonna undress in fronta alla these strangers?!?!) I remembered the woman on stage starting her song, but I didn’t remember her finishing it. Neither did I remember the men in the room taking off their shirts and unbuttoning their slacks, as I myself had obviously done too. I stood there with my chest heaving, sweat trickling. Your head drops back into the water as I continue,but I do not allow you the gratification that the flexing of your pelvisand lower belly indicate you are seeking. When I see that you have entereda dreamy state in which you are sexually excited but reconciled to mydenial of consummation, I lift you out of the bath, stand you in front ofthe bathroom mirror, and dry you off. Once you are dry, I spend a longtime first brushing and then plaiting your hair into a thick pigtail thatwill hang over. The waiting room/tower is a 1950’s brown brick single story affair attached to a large hangar. The entire place is user friendly as would be expected of a backwoods operation. The ticket agent is also the flight attendant who is also the co-pilot.The coal mines were in full swing and mid level mine personnel commuted regularly. So there WAS a need for an airline.My little Beech and its radial engines brought older folks up the hill to see what was going on with the consecutive takeoffs and.