Tara's hand was snuggled in between Rhoda's round cheeks; her paired fingers were doing a hell of a job of muff diving."Girls..." Miss Kunard said, "m...eet Tobor." She opened the back door of the room and in bounded the biggest, most beautiful dog I ever saw. It took a three second blast of the whistle to restore order to the chamber.He was a Great Dane, a huge, drooling monster of a dog. His coat was a sleek grey, shiny, silky like, a two hundred pound silver fox. God! Was he ever gorgeous! He. All of the usual decals were not decals, but her airbrush painting. Over the drivers window was 'Steve "Speedy" Sharp.' She even had a Marine insignia on both sides. It was very classy, and should excite anyone visiting.Debbie thanked me for selling my old pickup to Hank. She said he felt that he got the best end of the deal, as he thought the truck was worth a lot more than he had paid us. They were planning a quick trip up to Georgia to pick up his bike this weekend.Four guys showed up,. “for a little while. I was . . . Busy.” A far away look came over her face. I wasn’t about to pry. “would you like some oil? A friend gets it for me from Europe.” she held the bottle toward me and made rubbing motions with her other hand. It looked expensive, so I said yes. She got off the lounger and knelt down next to me. I felt a few drops hit my back as she tilted the bottle. “you’ll like this.” she seemed pretty certain. As she spread the oil over my back, I found I didn’t mind her. Apparently all that had shifted was the trigger."W-We should get going," Abigail told me. She was smiling, but it wasobviously strained. "People are staring." ...So they are." Indeed, several sets of eyes had locked on me duringthat little show and the area around me had grown quite quiet. Themoment I noticed the staring crowd, however, everyone scattered andnoise returned to our part of the ninety fifth floor."Come on," Abigail said, tugging lightly at my hand. "We're almostthere." Almost.