There was the odd silence and clear sign they were thinking of what to say to each other. Hanson took the lead on most occasions, concentrating on her...job (office work) and her kids. He even asked more about why she was no longer with her ex-husband, which she gladly shared.Hanson downed the last part of his latte and she said, "I feel it's going well, don't you?" What is?" he asked"This. You seem really nice." I am really nice," he said jokingly."Oh, I know you are. Well, I can't stay too. It was relatively large as bathrooms go. There was a large shower with four heads. On the opposite wall were four sinks. But there were no toilets. We all looked confused.?The connection on your catheter connects here,? Erin pointed out. ?You can pull the hose out pretty far. The really disgusting part is behind this hatch. Watch me.?Erin pushed a button in front of a circular hatch. The hatch swung down and held a vertical pipe that extended roughly three inches above a padded seat. She then. "Huh?"He smiled, and held up his drawing. It was of her, at her easel, painting."Wow. You just did that?" Uh huh." Is that what I look like when I paint?" Yeah. You get all lost in your own little world, and your eyes sparkle, and you bite your lip. I've never seen it before. It was fantastic."She giggled. "That's one thing I envy about you. You can whip one of these things off in twenty minutes, and it looks fantastic. I've been slaving over the painting for two days. Is this for me?" she. “You don’t look like a kid,” replied Bert, to the laughs of his entourage. “You more look like a vestal virgin, that’s already well lost her virginity!” said the gang boss, to the screaming laughs of his gang.“Well, Tracey, life has it’s little challenges. But looking at your boobs, life has it’s BIG challenges too,” he said, to the howls of his gang.“Show us your tits,” he said in a commanding voice.“Fuck off,” she said, defiantly.“Del. Your life or her’s,” said Bert.Del moved forward real.