Bojangles Robinson was black, and the song might have a different meaning to her than it did to me. I've learned long ago that a song that people laug...h at, like Blue Swede's "Hooked on a Feeling," could also be seen as romantic, the way my lovely blonde Goddess would always think of that song.June expressed her happiness in my choice of song by kissing me very long and intimately.After we broke from that kiss, I looked up at the clock in the room, and saw that there was less than five minutes. I was just let go from the filling station. Powers' nephew just took my place. I don't blame the old man much. He is keeping it in the family, you know." Geesus, that's too bad. You've been pumping gas since you were a kid, haven't you?" Yeah, about that. All except when I pulled a hitch in the army when I was eighteen. I had trouble right after I got in, so it was a short hitch." I grinned. "Shit nobody wants me." I changed the subject. "What are you up to?" Nothing really. Killing time you. I expected the little girl to be scared. Instead, she looked at us with her mouth open, her face pale, and a look of awe on her face."You have colors! You have colors!" She said excitedly, as she looked around the room. Then her eyes once again stopped on Megan."Why is she crying?" She asked again, looking at me."She's been hurt. We need to get her somewhere to help her," I said, trying to explain. The little girl moved over near Megan and looked at her closely. She looked at me, sadness in her. Megyn could hear the traffic as the van travelled down the city streets. But where? How could shebe so careless. So preoccupied with work she had forgotten the basics of safety in the city.The ride took forever it seemed. The men said nothing but she could hear laugh’s. The hands started running al over her body. Hands on her butt, her breasts, up her thighs, over her belly.strong caloused hands, they covered most of her body. She knew this was just the start. How would it end. What.