"Is that a threat or a promise, Carrie?" Maybe both," Carrie responded as she and Tim gathered their equipment. She groaned as she surveyed the stairs.... "I guess I can't get any brave, sweet firefighter to carry this down for me?" She batted her eyes at the assembled crowd.Three of the guys offered, two rather eagerly. Tim couldn't blame them. Carrie was attractive, even in the shapeless uniform. She wasn't classically beautiful, but her snub nose and the riot of short, red curls peeking from. The train left for Northspur five minutes after we got on board.The trip brightened when the overcast burned off. The Redwoods were coming back. We followed the Noyo River to Northspur where we were to meet the Willits train. There was a one hour layover while they switched the engines and our car to the Willits bound train. Today was Tuesday which is barbecue day at Northspur. I had wondered why the train was so full.We found out that the motor coach version of the Skunk train had been. She continued to kiss my lips. For the first time, I was feeling a kiss and believe me, if the first kiss comes from someone who knows how to kiss, it’s unforgettable in less than a minute.I could feel my dick getting its life back. After a few moments, she got up and her eyes were on my dick. She said “see, I told you its ok.” She turned and started walking towards the bedroom. I followed her like the rat that followed pied piper.I entered the bedroom, she turned around and hugged me. I was. “Yes, sir. The lookouts are in place, and we have more guys hidden away, just in case but, like you said, we are using minimal men to make sure they feel safe and not under your knife.”Big Al looked astounded at his longtime friend and right-hand man Julian Houseman. Big Al knew Julian did not talk much because of a severe stuttering problem but, when his brain was engaged in another important matter, he could speak flawlessly. If Julian could be so succinct and without interruptions, it meant,.