I get out of the carriage and have a look along the platform – it appears that there were TWO trains at the platform and the front one was for East ...Croydon… it isn’t there any more! For fack’s sake! Trust me to get in the wrong facking train. I make more enquiries and to my relief there is another train due shortly – I don’t want to be late. Safely settled in the train I reflect back on the circumstances that are leading to this encounter – slightly nervous as I am. I had advertised recently in. Just don't push me away anymore, this is killing me." Dreams die everyday, Jules. Why should today be any different." Kate, stop it. I still don't know why you are so angry, but you are being cruel." You don't know why I'm angry? Seriously?" I was whispering to keep from making a scene, but boiling inside. "I'm sure Jules can explain it to you." Kate, I'm so sorry, but you had to know. It would have been worse if you continued to believe your fantasy, trust me. You need to deal with how things. Figuring I've probably only got one shot at this, I dress in a suit - nicely cut pants and a jacket. No tie, so as not to look like I'm trying too hard. 10pm arrives and I'm at the bar, sipping nervously on my beer.Then you walk into the bar. I stop, stunned - you are wearing a tight, leather mini dress and crazy high heels that make your legs go on forever. "Wow" I think "Did this girl work out I've got a fetish for shiny things?". Outwardly I manage to get out a nervous "Hi" and buy you a. “Um ... I’m missing one of my prospective concubines from my own prepack,” I waved my card and introduced myself, “I’m Jack Martin. These are my other concubines from the prepack: Ollie and Stacey Hancock, Julianne Kavanagh, Rosa and Flora Torres. The sixth concubine, Marian Willis, she’s still working her shift at the buffet across the street there, you see.”“Ah, well, we can’t have that. AI, please locate prospective concubine Marian Willis,” the French sergeant instructed the AI, which began.