Slowly I slid my hand down. If I could feel her hair I would know right away if it was my wife or Cathy down there. Just as my hand was about there sh...e stopped sucking on me and pulled her head back. I froze hoping that I didn't ruin everything. At first she didn't move. I tried to control my breathing and wondered if she was going to finish what she started.I opened my eyes a little and tried to see who it was but the door was closed and the room was pitch black. At least if I couldn't see her. Just before we pulled out of the station a black guy got on and made his way down the carriage towards where I was sitting, passing most of the empty seats, as the carriage was almost empty, and as he neared, his eyes fell on my exposed thighs, and I just sensed I was his target.I reached into my handbag and pulled out my phone and began texting no-one in particular, as a diversity tactic. Not surprisingly he did sit down opposite me, not directly opposite, and I suddenly felt a little. I got a lot of instant coffee too. The honey was crystallized in the jars but a warming in hot water would fix that right up. The brown sugar bags were solid bricks. Again, I had an answer for that. I got everything put away and had dinner. I missed music. I'd have to make my own.It must have been after eight in the morning after the separation occurred because almost all the fishing fleet were tied up at the dock. Some were in pretty damned sad shape but a few with enclosed wheel houses and. I watched as she licked the back of her hand and poured some salt on the wet spot. Then she drew in a breath, licked the salt from her hand, drank down one of the shots quickly then sucked on the lemon. Before that one had a chance to even reach her stomach she repeated the technique with the second shot."Two more, bartender!" she announced as soon as the second shot glass hit the table."Whoa hold on there, those are going down awful fast!" I said, getting a bit concerned. "Who are we trying to.