We both got dressed, I walked her to the door and watched as she crossed the hall and went into her apartment. The next day on my way home from work ... bought two cases of beer and put one in front of her door and restocked my fridge with the other. I didn’t see her again until the following Friday when she knocked on my door. She was wearing a men’s button shirt with the top three buttons undone and a pair of jogging pants, nothing on her feet. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra and. Her licking progressed down onto his chest. Her head was moving in waves as was her body motioning with her head. It was almost as if it was a dance playing in his mind. He laid back and let her roll over him, he was at her mercy now. She moved only but touched his chest with her fingertips. She could feel the energy filling the tips of her fingers. He felt a strange scene in his body, she was touching him with what felt like electricity. It was the electricity coming from the two of them. Was she really a submissive? More importantly, was she as desperate to experience her fantasies as she led me to believe. It was upon that question that this entire exercise would hinge.Odie drove me down there. But not without spending an hour and a half telling me I was out of my mind and warning me that this story was too good to keep to himself when we got home. All of our friends were going to hear about the egg on my face when no one showed up. Or even better, when an old, skanky meth. Duty and honor satisfied, the survivors returned to the mine. Management welcomed them with open arms but the town ... too decrepit from being idle too long and the victim of one too many prairie fires, remained closed.The houses weren't missed. Drafty and cold in the winter ... even with free coal ... and stifling hot in the summer ... no matter how many windows were opened.Chicago's not windy, the Oklahoma flat is windy.Twice during the mine's years of operation, the Oklahoma 'breeze' blew.