She was struggling as clothes kept falling on the ground from her hands. Whenever she bent to take them I used to watch those boobs.The dress she wore... revealed most of her boobs as it was a deep neck kind of thing. Seeing her struggle, I gave a helping hand to her. She was telling me she can handle it but I didn’t pay any heed to her. So she started the conversation.A: How are you? And when did you come from college?Me: I am fine. 2 days back. How are you?A: Fine. So how many days are you gonna. I might have set my furs beneath the chestnut tree, but there were a lot more burrs on the ground there than I remembered from my previous time here. I realized that the Chestnut had something for me as well and collected some of the still green burrs from it, wanting the green, spiked pod itself rather than the nut it protected. The burr, my beech root and the cedar I'd collected would burn in the fire tonight and give me access to something akin to the dreaming I'd done the night before. The. Something about a woman who longed for herhusband to come home from war, and had daydreams about his return. Goodol' sentimental propaganda, pretty harmless, but I was hoping forsomething a little meatier.I kept getting distracted, though. It was as if my attention would wanderoff and I would come to with a start some minutes later. The woman of thefilm kept falling into daydreams about her man, and some of the imageswere getting suggestive, if not downright smutty. I heard some whoops. "Why did yoo do that?" Her voice slurred slightly."The water's been drugged; that's why we can't think. We're going to have to stop drinking, and then..." his thoughts were brought to a shuddering halt as the train started to slow, its wheels squealing as the brakes were applied."Ehup? We're nowhere near t'unnel; wonder why we're stopping here?" Joe was saying. "There's people outside, and they've got guns. What are they doing?" He asked, looking out of the window.Then there was the sound of.