She stalked towards the man with her arms held ready to strike.Buddy shook his head to clear it. He knew what happened, but for some reason it only pi...ssed him off. He looked around and saw the bitch coming towards him. When he thought she was close enough, he kicked out trying to catch her in the stomach.He was so wrong! Linda saw it coming, caught the leg, and then slammed her elbow into the side of man's knee.Linda moved back, watching, as the man screamed as he tried to hold his ruined. Then she told me about herself, she was 17, on the dole, her mother was an alcoholic so she spent all their money on booze, hence why she hadn’t eaten. She was an ordinary looking girl, shoulder length dark hair, a nice pair of tits, with a top and jeans, she had chubby thighs probably cos she ate so much rubbish.When we’d finished eating she said “Have you got a car” “Yes” “I know where we can go”, as I drove she directed me up a chavvy street, which I knew very well, then at the top, it was. I passed on the intelligence to the guards detailed to watch me so they wouldn’t be fooled by cop badges used by these pricks to get close for a quick hit.Angela seemed particularly upset by the prospect because she had aspirations of becoming a city cop in the not so distant future. I knew she was still harboring some romantic notion of working as a plainclothes detective with her own car to drive and I wanted to discourage her ambition but I didn’t have the guts to destroy her dream of. It's not unpleasant or pleasant. It just consumes the room. It's all I can hear. It's like...a pipe organ, playing notes that don't belong together. but it's not. Maybe it's wind, howling through an opening somewhere...but it's too constant, and unchanging. There are brief sensations of terror, but I don't know why, almost like dementia, fleeting thoughts, that you can't seem to remember only seconds later. What the fuck is going on?Where am I?The sound suddenly stops. Utter silence..