I want to say "in the morning," but the term"morning" becomes meaningless when it's winter in the Arctic and the sunnever rises.I stumbled off the sof...a and switched on the light. Too warm. I shruggedoff the blankets and left them on the floor as I walked to the fridge. Igrabbed a Coke and sat back down on the sofa in my sweatpants and T-shirt.There's nothing to do in this town. I refilled my pipe and lit it up. Nosense staying sober.I coughed.Why was I smoking? Why was the cabin full. The city was burnt and beaten, but it hunched alertly before Connie, a vast, bleak expanse of carbureted, incinerated metal. Some iron slabs stood tall and blunt like monoliths, while others had been forged and twisted into fanciful Gothic forms. She stood near the departure queue and heard the jake brake screech on the next bus in line to depart Chicago, many yards from where the buses heading into the city had dropped her off. Her shoulder ached already from having carried the knapsack. I winced at the thought of her being inside, alone in the dark. I pictured her reaching out to her mother just to be pushed away and being further hurt by one who should be loving and comforting her. Somehow I just couldn't move away and yet I didn't really have a reason to be there. I started to move away and then stopped short as I thought I heard crying coming from inside.I knocked on the door, first quietly then with more force, as the crying seemed to grow louder with my knocking. I. It must have been a good eight or nine inches and was almost banana shaped with a gradual curve along its length. He moved closer to Debbie’s face and she simply reached out and pulled it towards her mouth. As I watched half of it disappear into her mouth, I could feel my own cock becoming rock hard and I began to rub it vigorously. Pete beckoned me over to join in the fun, and I think that was the first point Debbie realised I was there. She had a shocked look on her face and I really think.