.. ... go where?Then she heard a wonderful sound! It was peaceful!Familiar ... beautiful!Her ears shut out the diner’s noise and focused on the lov...ly sound.Why was the dining room changing colors?How could she be looking up at a blue, summer, midday sky? It was the middle night in a terrible blizzard!But... She listened... ... and the sound began to come clearer.Warmth????Where did this beautiful warm air come from? “Oh, I’m warm. Finally I’m warm!” she said to no one. “God! I am warm! I. But the room was not empty. A deep, booming voice brokemy reverie, “The bitch likes fuckin’ dogs. Howappropriate.”I groaned in agony as I recognized John, the ultimatemacho-man. Even though he seemed to fit the stereotypeof “my man,” I was always a little afraid of John. Hewas just too much like that. More than once I had seenhim shove Joyce around, not really hurting her, just,“Letting you know who’s boss.” Joyce has never seen fitto talk of her. Quite well too, I noticed. Not having had any female contact for a while, it began an appropriate response.I tried to push her away but she shook her head and gripped me even more intensely until I emptied in her mouth. Then she pulled back and smiled at me, clearly trying to repay my kindness. I found her some more food and a T-shirt to wear. I had some work to do on the computer and she stayed curled up on the floor next to my feet, clearly tired.When I needed to sleep I made her a pallet on. The room was empty when they sat down, but it was not long before they heard all hell let loose in another cubicle, a couple where really going at it hammer and tongue, and was getting very heated.The male about 20ish was gettind red in the face and about to burst a bubble, the girl probably about 25, well built and wearing only a blouse and short skirt was sobbing. Mya and Rudeolph stepped in and before they realised it the guy was sat in a cubicle with Mya who was consoling him, Rudeolph had.