Twenty minutes later a computer expert is on hand with his computer, a wide-screen flat monitor, and copies of the video records from the railway stat...on that day. The videos of the platform aren’t clear on who did what. They go through them and Hal points out the man just before the shove, then again just after it.Hal asks if they have any good shots of the people entering or leaving the station, they acknowledge they do. So Hal goes through them. The images are played at normal speed, but Hal. Couldn't blame her. I got off on them, too. Said she was 23. I wondered why she liked stories about grandfathers fucking. Did she have fantasies about her grandfather?My eyes snapped to the front door, but it was obviously not her. She had sent me pictures so I would recognize her. They showed a young, vibrant person with bright, questing eyes. We had begun an exchange of letters through the e-mail system. Do you like this? Would you do that? What turns you on? Can we meet somewhere? That was. Even though they weren’t from the little town where we all officed, we were suburbanites, in every sense of the term. Bobbi and James were from the country and not quite as refined as some of the city people, but their down-to-earth good-natured dispositions had to be admired.Bobbi and James would saunter into the offices each morning and spend about an hour behind their closed office door. James would then head out about ten or eleven in the morning and sometimes he wouldn’t return until well. “Matra Glendira told me to prepare for being outside all day,” I explained. “She wouldn’t want anyone to suffer unnecessarily so I’m sure she that after she’s explained the trial, she wouldn’t mind anyone without a lunchsack going to get one.”“Indeed not. That’s good advice, Eloyin,” said Matra Glendira as she opened the door from her quarters. “Thank you all for being on time, and please join us in my quarters.” When Matra led us inside her living quarters, we found Patra Albertrin was already.