I looked out of the window but all I saw was a blue ocean. Then I saw a few large ships and smaller ones. “Those ships are waiting to go through the... canal,” said the man I had ignored at the beginning of the flight. Now, I turned and looked into a dark face with kind, brown eyes. He looked to be in his sixties and wore a suit and tie. “In the morning they go from the Pacific to the Atlantic and in the afternoon the other way. Panama makes a lot of money from the canal, but it is not distributed. I leaned in to kiss him but just before our lips met I screwed up my fit and punched his balls, hard. I got off him and he crumpled to the floor. I shoved my hand down the back of his pants and felt for the camera. I squeezed his balls with my nails hard before grabbing the camera. With that and my bag I ran off the train. I saw him puke before the train left. I stood at a train station complimenting myself on a job well done. I walked over the train line and waited for a bus. The next one was. She tasted the fear the encounter had awakened in him but behind this, she glimpsed his desire. Would that desire pull him back or would the fear keep him running? She also sensed that he was dangerously filled with energy – if he did not soon learn to manage that it would consume him.Slightly unsteady, she reentered the house and dressed for the day’s tasks: the solar panels, both hot water and electric, needed a wipe down to clean the bird droppings and then there was the vegetable garden.. After a few seconds, he felt a smile stretch her lips, against his, and knew that half the battle was won. He placed a hand across her mouth gently, and placed a finger to his lips."Shh... Don't wake Julie, yet."Toni nodded under his hand, and he removed it from her face. She turned her head toward him, and let her eyes drift down, from his face to the purple throbbing prick, protruding from his robe. When her eyes fastened on it, she licked her lips, and smiled broadly up at him. She then.