." Leave them. Eddie will get them," Ms. Andrews assured me. "Come on." Don't you have other people who need you?" Nobody more than you right now. My ...ubstitute can deal with any that come along."Done with my nature girl routine, I dressed. We found the refreshment stand and sat at an open air table watching ducks on the small pond, a rainbow arcing in the spray of the fountain. We drank sweet/tangy/icy lemonade and ate hamburgers and French fries drenched with ketchup, me left-handed, my. I took off my shirt and slid my shorts off. I kept my tennis shoes and socks on ...just in case someone was looking under the stall.I waited a long time, just lightly playing with my cock trying not to make too much noise. Then Mike knocked. I unlocked the door and he pushed it in. He had on a nice shirt, tight jeans and tennis shoes. He slipped into the stall, locked it and I stood up on the toilet seat sticking my ass out as I held onto the back of the porcelain throne. Mike unzipped and. .." At Jeff's frown, she changed it to, "Jeff, you, your wife and your family have gone out of your way for us. But to tell you the truth, I'm terrified that those three will get out of jail on bond and come after us. They work for one of the local big dope dealers, but to our knowledge no one has ever lived to testify against anyone in his organization. Folks just turn up dead, or disappear. We figure that's going to happen to us. Might even happen if they don't manage to get out on bond. This. Impersonal place in the extreme, though, thought Nat sadly. It said a lot about them, the fact that their main entrance looked like a closed-off car park. Impersonal, because its owners weren't people. Odd thought, that. Was she as much of a person now as she had been two days ago? As much as Jen, as the other incidentals in this particular life?Nat had to feel a little superior in that respect. Her acceptance of problems, of mental flaws and personality traits not generally classified as.