I hate my uniform, the badge of St Georges of Edinburgh, but today as I sit on this wooden bench my bum freezing, I enjoy the long dark blue woolen st...ockings I wear, cursing they only come above mid-thigh, my thin cotton knickers, though designed for men's pleasure to see them so adorned, do fuck-all for my warmth.I swear if I dont board the train soon, my warm lubricity will turn to icicles and pierce a mans balls should he try to force entry into me.I am cold and seek warmth, the station is. Me on top, pinning her hands above her head, as I roughly plough her trembling body. Last night she insisted on being blindfolded!Back today…Lizzy, my wife’s sister puts a finger to her lips. Taking the hint I say nothing. Quietly closing the door she moves in as if to kiss me on the cheek. She whispers, “Strip and put this on.” It’s a black roll-neck jumper. “And the rest.” Indicating that my trousers were to go as well. I’m now naked and Lizzy admires my body. Casually I slip the jumper over. Dave moved behind me, pressing against my back as his arms wrapped around my waist, ‘It’s a lovely evening isn’t it baby?’ I could only nod as I felt his hand slipping under the straps of my dress, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. Anyone on the two lower decks would be able to look up and see us, but thankfully it seemed that most people were either at dinner or asleep and there were only a few people out. A squeak forced its way from my lips as his fingers suddenly pinched my. The rumors have gone all the way from Divine Intervention because of the Pope to indian spirits to morfed prairie dogs." Prairie dogs?" Burrowing animals, about this big." Angel held her hands a little way apart. "There are a bunch of them around the area." I know what they are. How would they explain what happened to your friends?" Well, a whole bunch of them live together in a system of tunnels. I think it's called a town. Anyhow, it's like maybe some of them got powers, and they can work.