“This explains a lot that I didn’t understand,” she said slowly. She looked down at him. “But what does this have to do with the Indian?”Bob...stayed on the floor. He tried to get ready for the beating that would follow. He was determined not to defend himself.“Greasy Face saw her when she came back, this morning. He says she’s much healthier than she was when she was here last ... and that she’s pregnant.”He expected Dave to charge, but the man’s mouth dropped open. He wavered on knees that. Jennifer and I made smalltalk, which was mostly about what she had been doing over the last coupleof weeks.I filled her in on what I had been up too, and that I had even gone toone of my support group meetings the night before.Our meals arrived just as Jennifer started to ask me how last night'smeeting went, and if I felt better about myself after the meeting. Sheactually asked me whether I felt good about the meeting, or did I stillfeel like something wasn't right?"Wow." That was an odd. Willie went into the shower first, after he finished I went into the shower. Once I had finished I dressed and came back into the living room. Willie had tossed both our clothes into the washer and then into the dryer. He had turned on the television and was reclining on the sofa. He had tossed some of the pillows on the floor by the sofa and said 'if you want you can sit here and watch the television, I'm gonna get a nap'. I sat down on the pillows and soon heard the gentle snoring of Willie. I wanted to go to her, hold her. Apologize for being so foolish. To beg for her forgiveness. I knew better than to speak now. That was when we heard it: In the booth to my right the sound of a door closing. Then moments later, a cock was pushed through the hole. Only medium sized, and a bit dirty looking. Stacey stared at it for a few seconds, her hands still working at her sex, tears still running down her face. Then she smiled. But her smile was the smile of the damned. She crossed the few.