The carriage was empty. He got up slowly and a little stiffly, still very conscious of pummelling that his buttocks had received from Allison.“Are y...ou all right, mate?”Lionel nodded. “Yes. Yes, of course.” He looked around as he went to leave the train. “I missed my stop.”“Next one back is on the other platform,” the guard said, shaking his head. It happened all the time. Drunk, doped up or simply too dozy to notice; they all ended up at the end of the line eventually. This one looked. Your beautiful, slender neck, held high by antique jewelry. You were young and brilliant; sexy, and you knew it.You talked a lot and cleverly. You laughed a lot and cleverly. Made fun of some people who deserved it, and of some who didn't. As the bottle of Riesling dried up, you flirted just enough to keep things interesting.Those were days of swing and strife. Something about people who shouted a lot, their ideas so loud they called themselves something ending in Ist. You agreed on the. Chillane se hi lag raha tha ki wo kitni pyaasi hai to maine kaha chilla mat koi sun lega boht der baad usne paani chod diya fir bi main chodta hi maine lund chut se nikal kar uski gaand mein daalne laga to boht chilaayi kaha ki please isse nikalo please mai fir b laga raha aur kuch der baad use bi maza aane laga fir main speed badhane laga to kehne lagi paani mere muh me chodo to fir se maine lund uske muh me diya aur kuch der baad garam pani uske muh mein chod diya ab thodi ser tak uski chut. Mary turned back to the circle of still children and made up her mind then and there, looking at the black holes of the children’s motionless eyes. This would be her last day at Joyhouse Saints Elementary. She was going to quit. *** The rest of the afternoon seemed to be a repeat of the morning, and Mary felt her unease increase as her students answered her questions without mistake, their black expectant eyes boring into her, their pale hands folded neatly on top of their desks. She couldn’t.