Shiply's troop resumed their patrol by returning to the site of the big raid on the Comanches, where they found evidence that the Indian allies had sc...alped the Comanches and cropped their noses. It looked like the custom was catching on!Two days later, they came to another Apache encampment and were welcomed as friends. I seemed that word of the big fight a couple of weeks before was spreading among the Indians and generally meeting with great approval among non-Comanches. A big feast was held. Let me warn you that this story is not about any flash and bang , which is not possible in a crowded local train , but is a real story of voyeur , which I am sure many such frequent travelers in local trains would have either seen or experienced , and I am a believer reading such stuff gives more pleasure than the flash and bang stuff.Well moving ahead with the story :-I could see my friend positioning himself in between the lady by the window and another elderly person sitting on the opposite. Tuesday went by just the same, and then Wednesday morning’s exams were done too, as was my creative writing exam which I had dreaded but found exhilaratingly easy - just a bunch of writing prompts one had to use in one way or another and identifying some stylistic elements and explaining them in a handful of text snippets - and I found myself in front of the door to one of the classrooms in the arts building, clad once more in the flimsy red dress just as she had asked me to, my hair still. Their eyes glued to her every move. A couple of them shifted in their seats nervously, with anxious anticipation.Feeling scared, but wanting to show that she was in control of the situation, Nena slowly unclenched her fists and gently untucked the front of her blouse from her skirt. The bar was quite busy and because the booth was situated towards the back, away from the main foot traffic, nobody paid any attention to what was going on.Nena paused hesitantly, fear causing her to momentarily.