Allison’s lips quivered. Her head rocked forward. They kissed, alone, in Nate’s bed. Mel was the first to pull away. “What are we doing?” “I...don’t know.” “I mean, I don’t even know your name.” “I’m Allison.” “Melisa—Mel, but I…” Allison too was feeling strange. She only now realized that she had not even considered Nate since she woke up. Her first thought was the strange girl sleeping beside her and her large breasts. Allison rolled over onto Mel’s stomach, their breasts lolled about like firm. "Well, I guess you know you're a dead man, don't ya," he started to say."Damn you to hell!" the man shot back."Now, that isn't very friendly. You know, with a gut shot like that, you can take a looooonnnng time to die. We are going to take every weapon here with us, even that piece of shit Patterson you got strapped to that busted leg there. You won't have any way of relieving the pain. We'll just let you suffer." No, mister, don't do that," he pleaded. "What do you want? Anything, I'll tell. But there was a point about telling you about the laundry. Even though the weather was still a tiny bit on the cool side, the garage gets really hot when you are doing laundry. So most of us leave the garage door open and sit in there and read or use a laptop while getting through that particular chore. My wife and I work odd shifts, so it's more whoever is home when we need to do laundry. Which really means I did it more often simply because of our schedules. That's when the trouble started.. Sally decided to approach another black girl who seemed similar to her own people. She hoped they shared a common language.As she walked on the cushion the girl tensed and whimpered then struggled to part her legs and rearrange her position. She turned dark shadowed eyes towards Sally and wagged her head nervously. Sally tried several languages before she finally got a response. ?What?s wrong with you?? The girl whimpered nervously then lowered her eyes towards her naked sex. .