”I checked my speed. I was pegged at fifty-five. Traffic was still light, it wasn’t even seven thirty yet, rush hour had ended and not many people... were out and about.“I really need to rub one out, babe," Sandra sounded a bit desperate, "crank up the volume and just ignore me for a few moments, okay?”I flicked off the overhead light then fingered the steering wheel’s control button and Rick Braun’s trumpet immediately began to flood the cab. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Sandra’s tanned. Callum jumped back in surprise which made the whore laugh. He did not understand a word of what she was saying but he had gotten the gist of it. Suddenly other whores were around him, before long he was in the midst of 4 girls or rather ladies, none of them were particularly pretty or young. Callum was frightened, nothing like this had ever happened to him before, it was far from how he imagined it laying awake at night fantasizing. Their hands roamed over his body, one went under his tee shirt. As Ted set his stuff red dog down beside that, it sniffed the toy; hissed at the kid, and took off out of the room. ?Very few people are allowed to pat her.? Paul giggled as he headed off to the back screened-in patio where the grown ups were playing cards and drinking beer and wine. The cat followed Paul. When Paul stopped the cat stopped and sniffed the toe ring under his nylon covered toes.How about a swim,? Paul?s mom asked. She got up in her brown bathing suit and headed over to the indoor. After breakfast the following morning, the legendary Mr. Quintero arrived, sporting brown trousers and a black shirt with the most colourful bowtie in South America. He bubbled, full of news from the provinces, announcing the fate of several villagers to the north who had ventured in search of the Nationalists and found them, fought them and perished bloodily. He romaticised their death, glorifying the bloodshed that accompanied their untimely end. Emma sat in the kitchen, her mouth stuck open.