All of the men, young, old and in between looked, I don’t know, sort of rough. All the women were young; several were attractive. One of the men tur...ned his head to look at us and I could see his eyes go up and down as he appraised my wife. Next to him, a young woman, pulled his arm. He smiled at Marissa before turning back to his group.Tony was on the other side of the room and had a tall, beautiful girl on his arm. She was dressed in a tight-fitting blue dress that showed her ample cleavage. “Damnit, Yankee! Don’t start that already!” she ordered. “You can cry later.”“But Peaches...” I protested.“But nothin’. Look at me.”I released her slightly so we could look in each other’s eyes. I fought back the tears and she nodded.“Good,” she said. “Now, take me home, please.”“Home?” I asked.“It was home for a long time, Yankee. It’s my home away from home. Come on, let’s go see everyone.”Stephie slipped her hand into mine as we walked through the terminal and headed for the short-term. The lighting came from spotlights situated on a gantry all over the ceiling, making the room quite hot. Jill decided there was no point staying here.As she turned to leave she was startled to see a large dog sitting between her and the door. It was a mixed breed, with the face of the dog from Turner and Hooch, and a lean body covered with light coloured scratchy hair. Although Jill was not afraid of many animals she was glad to see the dog was wagging his stubby docked tail."Nice doggy" she. ”“Braid? Groom?” Harley hadn’t braided her since she was little and wore it in pig tails.“Yeah, it was all in what you just signed and we talked about it all night. You have to groom that big mess of hair between your legs. You have more fur down there then Champ!” Earl compared her vagina to that of a Dog’s fur.“Fuck you Earl, you can kiss my hairy vajay-jay!” Harley made a duck-face and squinted at Earl angrily.“That is another infraction. You have to be nice. You don’t have to call me Sir.