I can smell that odour of iron in the air again. I just want to be home. I come up to what seems to be a child’s bedroom. I stand up wondering how c...n I not be outside by now?There isn’t much light around me, but I can see blue and yellow wallpaper on the walls, a rusty white crib, an open chest surrounded with old used up toys, a green door and the source of the music.A jack-in-the-box is on the floor perfectly centred on the carpet in front of me, playing that infamous tune. I bend down to. So I am looking at the menu on the wall & he comes behind me & runs his hand over my ass. He then moves closer & whispers that I smell wonderful. His hand is still on my ass so I push back a little. Noe he knows I'm interested so he whispers would you like to be my little bitch? I could barely answer I was so excited but I whispered yes I would love that. He said to follow him which I certainly did. He lead me to a large booth & in we went. He instructed me to remove my pants which I. I asked her if she owned it and she told me she did. I said I was surprised she worked there if she owned it and she told me that she had worked in her shop for years and had just recently turned the day to day stuff over to someone else. She was covering for someone who was out sick. She looked fairly well along in her pregnancy; she told me she was expecting twins in late February.She finally brought me back to the reason I came in and I told her I wanted a big floral arrangement. She pointed. With every refill of his glass, Jack fell deeper into his buzz. Eventually it was an outright stupor, his vision swimming as prominently as it had in his unusual dream.“Jack? Are you still with me?” Wendy asked at one point. She laughed and snapped her fingers in the air. “You look you're ready to pass out.”“Yeah... just about” he replied, wavering slightly.Wendy smiled and pulled a small book from below the table. She moved her plate aside, set the tome down and opened to a book-marked.