The two youngsters stretching and yawning, hoisting large backpacks off the overhead racks, the young, handsome boy with his spiky hair helping his pr...etty girlfriend but simultaneously casting a cheeky grin in my direction. I returned it. The shabby man had already debarked and was showing his papers to the guard, pulling another cigarette from his grey suit in the blue dusk.I stood and stretched, taking my luggage and stepping out from the air-conditioned train into the humid evening. I was. "As I said Madam I am in no hurry. I live by myself so I get home when I get home". Opposite the station was a couple of shops and one was a coffee, cake shop. "How would you like a coffee?" He asked and then introduced himself. The woman was slightly taken back by the suggestion for no man had made such an offer to her for a long, long time. "I ... I would like that. I haven't had a man offer me a coffee or for that matter anything." She replied as she picked up the plastic bags, revealing. "Hi, Aunt Lori," said Amy.Lori asked the girls, "Hi, Megan. Hi, Lori. Did you have a good time riding?" Yes, Mom, we did. I always enjoy going it when I go to Kelly's to go riding." I did too, Aunt Lori," said Amy. "I hadn't gone riding for awhile, so my legs are a little sore from them being spread so wide from sitting on a horse."Everyone laughed at Amy's comment and then Lori asked, "What horse did you ride?" Amy told her Killer. "Oh, yes, Killer. I can see why your legs are sore. He isn't a. The street is quiet, dumb to the scandal about to unfold. I doubted anyone would recognize me, in my short fur coat, denim mini and trademark purple heels. Not unless they were a fan anyway I just need no-one to see me leave the house, once a few yards away, I could be anybody. The coast is clear, I step out and shut the door as quietly as possible and walk away from the house, praying I don’t activate the neighbour’s floodlights. As I clear the first few houses, I relax a bit and a thrill.