“Yes, of course I want to but I can’t. I’m broke.” I watched her trying to hold back tears. “Yeah, sure, I’ll call you if by some miracle ... have the money to meet you in London. I’m sorry Jude.” There was no goodbye. I loved her messy hair, and the black under her tired eyes. She stood on the platform waiting for the train to take her from Barcelona to Madrid. “Excuse me, do you know when the next train is arriving?” A handsome stranger with ash blonde hair and dark brown eyes inquired of the. I smile, then he says... Tell me what you were thinking about.I giggled softly, and said... Are you sure you want to know? He quickly shook his head yes. Softly I began to speak. I said..."I was thinking about what happened at work this afternoon. Wow, must have been interesting, to turn you on like that" he said. I said.. Oh it was. I work in a massage parlor with all women. So we often share our intimate lives. So today we somehow got on the subject of female ejaculation, and squirting.. I shook her hand and looked into her beautiful eyes saying, “I’m Raymond, nice to meet you.” “I like your truck,” she said, running her hand over the edge of the bed on my hotrod 72 Ford pickup with a cherry bomb muffler and glass pack pipes. “Well thanks, want to take a quick spin in it? It’s loud! And fast!” She laughed and smiled while looking at the ground. “Sure, I would love to,” she said looking up into my eyes. I walked around to the passenger side lighting my cigarette and then opening. Alison stood up and took onegood picture of the tree full decked out.“Beautiful! Good job Chad.” She patted her hand on hisshoulder, giving it a brief rub which felt great forhim. “Sit down and relax for a bit…then you canfinish your work.” She got him a water bottle and satnext to him. After finishing a text message, Alisonput her phone down and looked at her nephew. “Can Iask you something Chad?”“Sure.”“It’s about last.