Third choice, I could call Dad todrive to this shop and get my clothes from the luggage bag inthe boot of his car. Good thinking!I remembered somethin...g, "Oh no, wait!"I rushed to the window and peeped behind the drawn curtains.Yes, my guess was right. The roads are heavily congested and thetraffic is barely moving. Dad could drive up to this street, butit would take two hours to get in and two hours to leave here.One of the reasons why Mrs. Graham chose to operate here was dueto its busy. This is how I wanted him. I stopped. My breathing was heavy and my pants are wet. Giving head turned me on too much. I climbed up on top of him and smile down. “You’re amazing.” he gasped, “But I was so close I can’t believe you stopped.” “Oh darling you didn't think this reward was all about you did you? I have some things I would like to show you. Trust me?” A flicker of slight concern crossed his face, this is a boy who isn’t used to having such a headstrong girlfriend. His mind will be. .. But I'm not in the mood, can't be bothered to fight for a seat...I lean back against the wall of the vestibule...today I'm just going to stand, play on my phone.A couple more stops and more people get on, edging their way down into the carriage... I move back against the wall, to let them past. You stop in-front of me, holding the handrail, bumping backwards into me as the train lurches off.You glance round and mumble an apology... I'm taken by your slight smile, your glossy hair, and very. I love you." I love you too. We’ll talk again." Mom, we’re ready to go to the beach." Jeff, I’ll be ready in a minute."Soon they stop at Fred's house on their way. Jeff runs up to the door. Fred's dad answers the door. After exchanging warm greetings, he asks Jeff to talk his son into going. "I'll talk to him, but it's up to him."Young Fred hangs his head down when he sees Jeff. "Hey, Fred, good buddy. I guess you're not going." My dad really thinks I should go. Who would ever think!" I think.