’ They moved to the living room where a fire struggled to life in the grate. The scent of acrid, waxy firelighters reminded Amy of home. A pang of g...uilt, anxiety and homesickness flared. Home … She couldn’t go home. To take her mind off her woes, Amy asked: ‘So why were you on the station at this time of night?’ Billy, on hands and knees, blew on the infant fire, cajoling it to glow brighter. He turned his head to regard the girl. ‘I get lonely in here. All my working life I’ve been used to be. ”“I was about to introduce you,” Sherry said.“Are you going to make me stand out here like a beggar?” her mother asked.When Sherry glanced at Alex, he signed, “She’s a little pissed. You better invite her in before she makes a scene.”“I can sign, too,” her mother signed back.“Sorry,” Alex said hoping that maybe first impressions weren’t really all that important. “Won’t you come in, please?”“This is not going well,” Sherry muttered.Her mother stormed into the house, and looked around. She was. “They do look cute on you though.”I struggled to hide the hard on that she’d inspired through breakfast until finally she went back up stairs to get ready for school. As soon as she was out the door, I was at my computer watching Dolly and spanking my monkey. That night after dinner and her shower we settled into the living room to watch some TV. She’d changed into her usual half shirt and yet another thong, this one was hot pink, and I swear that it covered less that the one she wore to. A confident one."Maybe I want to throw myself in there." She simply said to her just as the clanking of the train started drawing closer. When the doors opened, she grinned at the sight. A train car full of the meanest, nastiest looking men. Men who were no doubt in local gangs, criminals even. She was in danger, she knew that for sure. Even a strong, independent woman like her would start to shake in fear at the feeling.And yet, she was also getting wet. She bit her lip. The danger, the.