.." he didn't finish his sentence with words, but rather finished it with the action of rubbing his crotch.Disgusted, Sara said, "Eew, no. Don't try m...e because I will hurt you."The man, embarrassed, looked over at me and said, "Who is this? Your man? You're gonna fuck this guy but not me? I'm much stronger than him!"With that, he he pushed me, calling me a punk and a pussy. I didn't want to fight back because obviously the man was drunk and was bound to get injured if he kept his act up. I was. The girl saw me struggling and asked, ‘Mister! Are you all right?’ I turned back to look at her, shaking my head at her youthful innocence, my memories bringing a sudden wash of tears to my eyes. With a quick shake of my head, I turned back and entered the movie house. Watching a cowboy movie (That was all they showed, hence the name Corral) as I finished my last pint, I fell into a deep, but restless sleep. The images always came first: The girl, maybe six, lying in the dirt by the barbed wire. Those little men seemed to have moved from my head to my stomach since it rumbled again so loudly that the people sitting close to me noticed it, too. Only then did it come to me. Before this I could never even have thought about eating or food while inside a hospital. I still didn't like the colors or the smells; but instead of being something almost overwhelming, they were only minor nuisances, now. I didn't have time to think about that, as Kimberly rushed to the lobby, and very carefully. He not only didn't know, he didn't seem to understand what she wassaying. She thought that he must have a really bad hangover, but therewas one thing that was guaranteed to bring any man back to life. She waspushing him into the bedroom and stripping his clothes off at the sametime.She was just about to push him down onto his bed when she screamed."What have you taken?" she wanted to know. Not only was he unable totell her, she could now see that he was in a trance-like state, but itwas his.