I walked bare-assed to the sinks and holding my dress high, completely exposing my lower extremitiies, I ran my knickers under the cold water tap and ...rinsed them, than started to wipe myself clean on my thighs above my stocking tops.It was only then I realised the girls were quiet, so I ran to the entrance and looked out, they were gone, the bitches had taken advantage of the lull in the rain and made a beeline for the dance hall, leaving me in the toilet.In one way I was thankfull, as being. How could she look so peaceful and not be worried about anything? I absolutely hated to take the train. It didn’t help that there was a crash last week. We were going to be on the train for at least eight hours. It was everything I could do just to sit still and the constant rocking was making me sick.She turned her gaze from the window to me. Her deep green eyes smiling into mine. She’s absolutely beautiful. “Are you ok hon?” She asked. I shrugged trying to make light of it, “Yeah, just peachy. There were footsteps in the hallway outside my room, she was moments away from discovering us.I immediately got up, with a hand still between my legs to secure the tissue in place. It took all my concentration, but I wobbled on unsteady feet to my partially open door, and leaned against it.“Nnhh ... goh-good morning!” I stuttered awkwardly. If I had closed the door instead of greeting my mother, she would have come to investigate. But, there was no way I could risk letting her find my father. With the sounds of the boy preparing a shower, her mind raced with images of his (now complete) nudity and nothing between the two of them but an old house’s bathroom door. Almost gasping with panic, she quickly turned from the interior of the room and stepped through the doorway to the hall and almost into the arms of the orchard’s female co-owner and the boy’s mother. Both did actually gasp and spontaneously hug, like the natural bonding of women dictates somewhere deep in their genes. Taking.