She squeezed her hand gently, not knowing what else she could say. Dahlia glanced up at the clock. How did it get to be so late! It was the last shopp...ing day before Christmas, and the stores would be closing in only a couple of hours. * * * The snow was coming down much harder now. What would normally have been a ten minute drive into town took nearly three times that long. Dahlia found a parking space away from the drifts and nearly skid her rattling Corolla to a stop. She looked around her. It had been quiet in a sort of furtive way in there the whole time, but suddenly it was like everyone was holding their breath. You could hear a pin drop, except for the recorded moaning and groaning coming from the video area in the back.“What?” I said.He looked thoughtful, which didn’t seem to be an expression his face was really used to. “You get off when a guy cums in your mouth?” he asked finally, like he was trying to set the record straight.“Yeah, basically.”“Okay… I think we have. She pointed to one of the fittings in the chair and said, “This one is for when I want to piss down your throat,” she said as she sipped a coke. Then she said, “I don’t want to talk to you any more,” and left the room. The guy spent another hour in the torture chair looking at the implements before they came and got him. As he was being wheeled back to his cell she “happened to walk by” with a cattle prod. He kept his head down but when he turned to look at her from behind she applied the. Cheryl was sitting on a nearly empty bus staring out the windows at the dark streets."Easily top 5%. Be a shame to let that go to waste." That's what we're here for," Hanna said. "Say, do you think this bus ride is a metaphor for the journey between her home life and the life she wants? Notice how things are getting brighter." It might be," Greg said. "Again, that's..."I know, that's something for the big brains to sort out."Cheryl could see the school up ahead. It was a large, ordinary looking.