Schuberg's stories of Chicago were entertaining ... if stretched a trifle ... but it passed the time. It had been years since Joseph had had a captive... audience. Well into his ninth decade, he recalled the events that had shaped the town. The capsize of the overloaded excursion steamer ... the Great Fire ... prohibition. Every now and again he would have a sniff at the salon door. Finally he left the door open and shut down the fans."We were eternally grateful to Mrs. O'Leary and her cow. It was. The land was full of life, for it had been five years since the end of the Black Plague. All across Europe, farmers who had originally been peasants under their barons were now free to claim land for their own and live without being controlled. But while there was the peace of low population and lush farmlands bringing about new life and new generations, there was a great terror that refused to go silently in the night. Flying along the clouds was a mighty dragon, glistening as brightly as a. "Where to" I queried "the quarters" he replied. So off we went to the single person's quarters for the local station in total silence I pulled up at the entrance to drop him off and was about to leave when he sounding quiet puzzled asked me as of to why I was leaving. Obviously something had been missed either in his drunken state or when I had been day dreaming. So I parked and followed him inside, the place was like a dorm a lot different to what I had imaginedWhen we got to the dining room. As the night continued on, he progressively moved closer until he was grinding me as we danced. His strong and calloused hands skipped across my body as we danced. Suddenly the music changed and the beat slowed down. Manuel quickly pulled me tightly to him before I could think about it and we swayed slowly to the music. His hand was planted on my back and he pulled me close to him. Before I knew what happened, his lips kissed my neck and his other hand slid up to the back of my neck holding me.