Oye looks at the blinding lights of the gleaming black car. How will the driver be? A kind and gentle man, a wife-beater, a brat spoiled by too much of his family's money, a lonely man driven out of his bedroom by a nagging wife who doen't understand him?     In her few months from her village, Oye has seen plenty. Some men are nice and fortunately they come back from weekend to weekend. Some she hopes would pass her by but they don't.     Oye herself will be here awhile.