I was just playing.Then who?John.Madge’s husband, John?Unhuh.Front or back? Oh! Front! My goodness, he would tear me open if he was in the back.So, ...he is big?Yes, but not as long as you. Besides, I don’t love him.So, let me see, now. You let Darren fuck you front and back and let John in front? Let me guess, they double-teamed you and Darren was in your ass while John was fucking you?Yeah.Well, at least you weren’t air tight.Uh ... Well, Madge sort of took care of that.What? Who was taking care. Thomassa smiled up at our waiter, who obviously recognized her — he said, “Old Montgomery?”“Double it.”I said, “Me too. What is it?”“Bulleit rye, orange bitters, sweet vermouth.”Tasty. And Central was within walking distance of my hotel — the Renaissance Montgomery. No designated driver required.Thomassa said, “What do you know about SPLC?”“Just what a lot of people know. You track hate crimes. Keep track of groups. Have that famous Hate Map.”She nodded, “We’re up to almost a thousand groups.. M. on our trip and I guess he knew there wasn't much going on in Calais in October, so he was fishing for an invitation to share... something.We got off together in Calais - just he and I and an older couple. There was a small bar in the station and I offered to buy him a beer. He had already told me he didn't have much money so he accepted readily. Calais had no modern hotels in sight, and at that time of night, not much else. He told me there was a street a couple of blocks away with a few. He dropped by the hospital and was informed that visiting hours were later."We've searched everywhere for family," he said. "There's no one we can find. What will happen to her when she's discharged?" We'll call her a cab, I suppose," said the nurse, obviously disinterested and wanting to get on with her work."Her purse is in the impound lot," he said, feeling heat in his belly. "She doesn't even have clothes." That's not my problem," said the nurse."This is ridiculous," he said, heatedly..