Scar, I like your noise its perfect for your face Alice conuied, was it me or were they both saying nice things about me and not each other? Lilly, I...like you ears they look hot with your stretcher I laughed. Dam only got the hard once left now, ok scar I like your lips Im so jeluse of there plumpness she giggled. Alice I like your boobs, i think every boy has thought about them I say knowing I had gone for one of the bad once. Thanks babe, I like your legs they always look so soft and so. She is wearing a surgical mask, as I am, though — from the countless tubes running from-and-to various parts of her body, to-and-from the humming contraptions on her trolley — I know that her mask is intended to keep out all the perilous things mine is meant to keep in. The sound of her sliver thin voice — muted further by the mask but, I presume, more by condition and emotion — tugs at a frayed handful of the icy strings in my heart. She is congratulating Vic on his. It is all too obvious she. At the end waited a dirty white Transit van, its doors open ready. She knew she was beaten; this was her transport to shame and, possibly, death. With her head bowed and tears running down her cheeks she was pushed in to dark interior. She was forced to sit on a dirty rug with her back against the front bulkhead.The two weird brothers climbed in the front and Billy and Bertie climbed in the back with Jill. The engine started and the van moved off slowly."Where are you taking me?" asked Jill,. It was not yet ten o'clock on a Friday. He thought about buying a car the next day. Indeed he resolved to undertake a whole series of things necessary for his new existence, not the least of which was the transfer of money and property from the old Dancy to the new. He would need new ID. He felt confident; he had once been a crafty lawyer. He intended to behave as though his new life would endure. Every second as a young man was to him something precious, a moment to savor. He could not know.