Now I'd have to tell her. I hated having to do it, and I especially hated having to be the bearer of these particular bad tidings. She'd beat herself ...up for not having been there, even with her mom as out of it as she'd been, and I was the reason she hadn't been able to be there.She took it about as hard as I'd expected. I told her as gently as I could, making sure I said "passed away" instead of the harsher "died"—I never have understood why it matters, they mean the same thing, but it does to. My place was comfortably defined, yet a vastness so unlimited was spread before me, and nothing seemed impossible. Most of what I had done before was no more than a lesson of what not to do. I had so much potential and knew what was needed. I saw the future, where I should be, a place where I mattered and had the respect of so many. There was no embarrassment, no failures or regrets. Happiness was such a simple thing. I quickly pulled my hand away. The feelings dissipated like a receding tide.. Her ass was perfectly toned without a hint of cellulite, and so round that the straps that held up her stockings curved up and out of sight over her thighs. She was smiling when she came back down with a big book of maps. “Here is your Atlas, Joey,” she said. Joey was smiling, too.“Could I get one of the old army books down under the cabinets?” Tony asked.“Certainly,” Miss Nakamura said, sashaying off to the cabinets a few feet away. She turned toward us and bent over slowly. Her pale white. As i boarded i noticed a seat available in the connecting carriage section, there is only 3/4 seats in this area but one free so jumped into it quick sharpish.As the train pulled away i did my usual, out came the phone and onto youtube for some clips of unfortunate people hurting themselves and some opportunist ready with the video recorder.After about 10 mins i looked across the carriage and noticed a woman sat opposite me, She wasn't my usual type but something about her caused a real stir.