The reality was, Sharon and I had agreed it was best not to be around one another for a while, something we'd both reluctantly agreed to do some four ...ears ago now."Sharon? What's wrong?" I'd asked worriedly, "How's mom?" I then asked figuring it had to be about her, or Sharon might not have called."Nothing serious David," she told me. "But you know mother, unless I called you, she wasn't about to. And like I said, not really serious, but she was involved in a car accident, had her leg broken. There they would adjust to the Hall's environment, and they too would be ready to perform when the time came. As we were getting ourselves ready for the evening, we could hear the sounds of their practice instruments coming from Thistle's room. Not really playing anything, just familiar background, like the sound of one's own breathing.Cor and I took a long, hot bath, but not together. She had scented oils and soaps in hers that I thought wouldn't be appropriate on me as the oils and scents in. She served him a glass of wine and was about to turn away when he coughed.“Tip,” he said with a devious smile. She stood there while he took out a bill and slowly side it between her breasts and into her corset.At first the men were a little shy with the tips but this did not last long. Joe from accounting shoved his tip into the side the front panel of her panties, his fingers coming out damp from sliding his finger a little deeper into her slit. Part of the bill was still wedged in her cunt. Thud! Everything went blank.Story sat in the dining car of a train. Moving at a high rate of speed it jolted along the tracks. Or was he dreaming?A sharp pain shot through his skull. It was a headache, a strong one. Story realized he was awake and had been dreaming. He wasn’t on a train at all. No, but he wished he had been. He was still wrapped up too tight to maneuver in his bed sheet from the hotel.I’m in a fucking car trunk. Goddammit, those assholes have shoved me into a car.