”“How do you know for sure he is right?”“Because we tracked down the people responsible,” Miguel gulped, “At least George did. I went with... them to confront them. They admitted that George was right after a time. But ... but it turned out that, um, this guy who used to work for the, um, railroad was primarily responsible for, um, derailing the wrong train.”“Is George crazy?” Gladys asked, “Putting you in a situation like that.”“No,” Miguel said, “I asked him to let me go, Mom, Jill sort of told. Inside I trembled, like a ripple on a pond, increasing with every small kiss or touch. Would he notice that my breathing became deeper and that my heart was pounding?He led me to his living area and stopped me in front of his couch. I twisted just enough to allow him a glimpse of my voluptuous ass and I could feel how much he liked this, me standing there not knowing what the next step would be. How did this almost stranger to me make my body so impatient to his touch?His hands slipped under my. Her perfume was intoxicating. “Come inside” Anni said. “You look like you could use a cold one. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get us something to drink”. “Thanks, that will be great” Jack said, now feeling more comfortable.Jack looked around the open plan living area of the apartment. It was neat, modest yet tastefully decorated. It was a woman` s apartment. A single woman` s apartment. “You like my new decorator?” Anni asked, handing over a chilled glass of white wine and settling in a. In the low light, the expression on Anne-Pierre’s face needed no words. Fidgeting in the leatherette chair, her painted lips curled and bared her teeth. Beckoned, I leant in and turned an ear.“I want you,” she hissed.Taking my hand, fingers interlaced, she placed them on the armrest. Now the other man returned to his apartment, the honey-blonde had a friend, a platinum blonde. Her bobbed hair flicked up, china white features, and she looked at them hungrily. Eating dinner together, the.