“Carriage 239, floor 26”. On the top half of the floors, transfer rooms were always in perimeter rooms. “Carriage 150, floor 22.” The views al...ways faced outward, showing the dark snowstorm. “Carriage 348, floor 29.” And Aggie at this very moment in carriage 348 was exactly one hundred jumps from the entrance room at the top of the pyramid. “Carriage 340, still floor 29.” She knew tumbler code A-1 was not the exit code. “Carriage 228, floor 25.” And as for the transfer rooms below floor 18, they. One of them, Samuel, asked if I ever had sex with a black man. I giggled again, saying I had never done it.The other man, Jones, laughed loud and he said I was a liar… I said I was hoping they both would be bad boys…They laughed, as Samuel offered me champagne. After more chatting and a couple bottles, they led me to the main bedroom.Once there, I took off my dress and stood naked in front of these handsome black men, just wearing my stilettos.Samuel let slip his silky robe to his feet and he. ..”“Thermals on both of us. I think you’ll be safe.”“Yeah...” she looked at me, head cocked. “That’s the thing. I feel safe with you. Safer than I’ve been since ... you know.”So that is how I ended up in the fore-cabin, instead of the master cabin with the longer bed, sharing the space with a lithe, thermals-clad, young woman.I slept well. Very well, but not too long. I left Clara in bed and went about preparing for the day. I boiled the kettle twice, and filled a couple of Thermos flasks, one. I shrugged. If she didn’t have a problem with being naked, and cum-covered, then there was nothing more to say about it.We got to the market, parked, and mom got out as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Despite the fact that I lived with her and regularly saw her lewd actions, she still managed to find ways to surprise me.Our walk across the parking lot went by without incident, but once we got inside the supermarket, we started to get some attention from the other people around.