"Thanks," says Tommi, taking Lionel's sausage, smelling it, and then taking a bite. "I hope everyone is okay. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Tommi gets up, and adjusts his night-shirt, and then heads to the piss-pot. He's back in a minute, with his hair still mussed, but smiling and licking his fingers.
He pulls on his trousers and takes his socks off the window ledge where he left them to dry the night before. "Ready," he says with a smile.
Tommi gets up, and adjusts his night-shirt, and then heads to the piss-pot. He's back in a minute, with his hair still mussed, but smiling and licking his fingers.
He pulls on his trousers and takes his socks off the window ledge where he left them to dry the night before. "Ready," he says with a smile.