But she was a light sleeper. The dumpster trash – mainly papers – afforded her warmth in the evening and she knew where she wash the stench off ea...h day. If she could find a way to get to Master, to let him know she was still Out Here. But their contact, after all these years, was broken, and so was Audrey’s life.Once morning came, she slipped out of the big metal sanctuary and quietly slipped the three blocks to her morning sanctuary. A single mom, a schoolteacher, kept schoolhouse hours so. " Becca-a!"She smiled at him and went to pick up her case from the hall.Quarter of an hour later, Becca stuck her head round Steven's office door. "Is it all right if I ring round three or four driving schools?" she asked."Go ahead, poppet!"She did so and then rather disconsolately went about dusting and vacuuming. She prepared lunch and called Steven to it."Why the glooms?" he asked."All the driving schools want a hundred and fifty odd quid for an eight week course of twelve lessons. Oh, we. ." Take it. I don't really need it for my paper anyway." Peter said quickly, retrieving the film from the camera and throwing it to her as she gently caught it. She threw into the nearest stall toilet and flushed, turning just before Peter to make a move to leave."And where are you going? I haven't paid for your film yet." Thats alright, I'll just be leaving....." She grabbed his shoulders, turned him to an empty stall and pushed him onto the vacant toilet seat."I. I did point out that I was okay with her sharing them with me, and that if it was her sexual desire, that I welcomed her doing her thing. Wife took what I said and turned it back by saying that she will tape some of the times and share it with me. It felt good to do this talk and open the air between us. I of course didn't say anything about Pinky, not yet. Well later on, while I was resting, I got a text from an unknown name. I almost deleted it, but saw the line of I know Pinky. I opened it.