You can understand my state of mind, thatI haven’t turned around and slapped him, but on thecontrary, I thought, “What the fuck, let me en...joy atleast! Nothing can happen in this crowd, anyway…” Imay have even wiggled my ass a little… and then I feltsomething big and hard poking into my behind! “It can’t be a penis, ” I thought, “it’s too big andhard!” I tried to turn back and see, but the train wastoo congested. So I reached back. Not your concern. Good luck to you."It just rose up in me. The urge, the need, the feeling that I couldn't let it pass me by. The chance. I dropped my bag on the floor, grabbed her arms with my hands, and drew her to me. She didn't struggle at all. Our lips met and merged and we were together. My arm held her tightly now and my other hand was caressing her blonde hair. She moaned.She broke away, staring at me. Then her eyes went to the open door."Shut it. Lock it."I rushed to follow her orders,. "I watch as Dave began to draw the picture of my ideal woman. He drew with what looked like a 5" twig sharpen to a point, but there was no charcoal or lead point; there was no ballpoint or nib for ink. Yet this twig made not just black lines and curves, but as Dave spoke the black lines and dark shades change to the color Dave spoke. I felt an uneasiness. How could this happen? Watching black lines change into other colors.Dave must have sensed my uneasiness. He looked at me with his head. "Very good!" Puma agreed."No, not so good. With a tenth of his people dead, King Xyl might retain control. Might. With half of them dead? The Heartland will fall apart and who knows what will happen then? And in any case, the messenger that brought King Xyl's message to his brother passed through Zacateca and Tecpan to reach his destination -- and died before the next sunrise of the plague." You are afraid it will come here?" Andromoth asked."Tuck is certain it will come here. He says it is.