Oh god. Had he seen? Diana attempted to look casual as she dropped her hands from his knees to her lap...and was mortified to notice the wet places he... tongue had left on the front of his pants. Thank god the lighting was so dim. She tried to smile up at him: just a casual acquaintance on her knees in front of him.He blinked a couple of times, stifled a yawn and finally said, “Hi, Diana. Sorry, I must have zoned out for a while. I just finished…” He covered his mouth as another yawn escaped.. Suddenly we stopped and one of my guards knocked on a door and opened it.The screams of a woman in pain hit me in the face. As the screams faded away,the woman kept sobbing 'no more, please no more, …'. One of my guards said: 'Here's number 9, sir'. A harsh voice answered 'Can't you see I'm busy here. Let Fatman warm herup'. In panic, I began to struggle in a desperate attempt to escape this hell.Off course the guards had no problem to drag me outside to a nearby room. A conversation between. When I came back, I sat down and went over in my mind all that had happened the night before and my part in it. I felt ashamed that I had been so harsh with Kat, but as far as Myrna went, I didn't feel guilty about her leaving. Even though I had been under the assumption we had mended our fences, so to speak, this had been coming to a head for many years. I did harbor a certain amount of pride that Sally had stuck up for me when my own wife hadn't. That was what perplexed me the most. I knew. My trip to Birmingham might have been just like all the others, but for the string of events on the way home that still don't fully seem real. They were so unlike everything else that happens in my life that my mind is treating them like a dream.Anyway, thanks to various 'incidents on the track', it turned out the quickest way back to New Street Station in the city centre was by bus. I was tagging along with three guys who seemed to tolerate my company. We got on the bus and sat down near the.