Ididn't tell them why, just that I had a surprise for them. Lisa andTaylor showed up at 7:00 pm I had them close their eyes and I put on theDVD.They ...ere watching and saying, "You brought us here to watch a soft-corephoto shoot?" No," I said, "doesn't the model look familiar?"They were confused for a minute when Taylor chimed in, "Oh my god, isthat you?" Yes it is," I said.Lisa said, "Oh my, we have unleashed a monster."I took out the magazine and showed them. I explained how I got the joband. But I had not been with anybody since then. So, I decided to open a Tinder account.After many left swipes, and unsatisfactory conversations with a few, one day, I came across a guy named Tushar. He was 24 years old and worked in an IT company. He had a fair complexion and had a well-shaped beard. (I have a soft corner for bearded guys).He was medium-built, but I could tell from his physique, that he worked out. I liked his bio too, so I swiped him right. We went straight to the point.Both of us. My conclusion from that is that the Sunset was not the target of the saboteur. Does that make sense?”“Too much damned sense it makes,” Josh growled.“Calm yourself, Iago,” Jill said. She was sitting next to him on the bed, and put her arm around his shoulder, “We are going to get them, I promise. Don’t get worked up, Josh.”“She’s right, Josh,” George replied, “Be chill. The second supposition is that this exact kind of derailment is absolutely perfect for a freight train. The derailment. We groaned together as I pressed her down in our little cocoon. The door to the tent was still open, the snow still falling, but more lightly. We didn't see it stop. Didn't pay attention to the shedding snow that bowed the roof of our tent, or even the sun burning the clouds off over an hour later. We warmed each other, fit together in our little space, until every tiniest piece of both of us had completely thawed.We dozed with her curled up astraddle of me, her head on my chest, me still.