All the windows on his side were pitch black, he couldn’t see a thing, but he could hear the muffle of voices. Not enough to make out what was said,...but people were definitely in there. Quietly he made his way to the back side to meet up with the detective. He turned the corner of the building only to come face first into the muzzle of a large caliber revolver. ‘Hi, asshole.’ a gruff voice said. Before the adrenaline even had a chance to hit a hand had grabbed his collar and was dragging him. “Maybe, why,” I said, and shrugged my shoulders and ate my cereal.“Maybe, maybe, are you or aren’t you?” He said.“Yes I am, everybody at the gym after my workout,” I said, annoyed at the questions.“For how long,” he pried.“Why, and what’s it got to do with you if I am,” I asked, I was getting annoyed at the scrutiny.“Well I don’t really care, if you are; as long as you start paying your way here or I get my cock sucked daily basis,” He smugly said.“What,” I said, and spat out my cereal.“Well. Never really does like talking about him self. He always tries to find ways to help others before helping himself. I lay my head down on my pillow and pull the sheets over my body as I snuggle up to my cute little stuffed kitty. I clear my head of my day and try to focus on last nights dream. Trying to figure out who it was I was dreaming about. Trying to figure out why I had the dream and why it made me feel so good like that when iv always been afraid of sex and never even touched. Debbie, taking a spoonful of the broth, carefully dribbled some into Betsy's mouth, which Natalie held open for her. This, like so many things they did, required more than one person. Debbie wondered whether David would have succeeded with his treatments if Alice hadn't recovered at the same time. She laughed to herself, realizing she'd discover when they moved on to their next destination and would have to do the same thing on their own.Debbie began dribbling another spoonful into Betsy's open.