There was a track leading off the lane. We'll be there about twelve-thirty." We'll find it. See you there."Jock and Goat appeared out of no-where at o...e forty-five, and climbed in the back of the Land Cruiser. They were dirty, smelly, and both wore big grins on their faces. Especially as they were handed sausage and tomato sandwiches."They're cold now, but that's your fault." Spag chided them. "Almost two hours to cover about three miles! You're losing your touch." Bollocks!" replied. We were all eating the same things for breakfast which made iteasier to fix for the guys at the same time.I guess our voluntary start in fixing breakfast was met with approval.There were certainly no complaints from anyone.We'd just finished our third day here, and were supposed to have thisfourth day free to ourselves after our morning exercises. My nippleswere sore as hell, my breasts puffing up behind the breast forms. So Itook them off and used the cream we'd been given. I could. Usually I’d arrive New Years Eve but last year I’d missed out on the party my friends were going to because I got home too late.I still don’t know what happened to me that night. I’d stayed in that night after a trip to the offy and celebrated alone. Except that when I woke up the next morning, I was wearing a blue t-shirt that was made in Sweden by Fjällräven and nothing else. The perfumed fragrance from the t-shirt and the long blonde hairs on it led me to believe I’d had a woman over at some. Southern kept running their train in the grand tradition. He hired John in late 1972 to help him keep the train running the best it could be run. In late 1976, though, John decided to call it quits, mainly because the pride of Southern’s onboard service crew was such that he wasn’t needed. It was during his working as a consultant and traveling that he met Gretel.In 1979, Claytor was forced into his retirement, partly because of his age, and also because Southern wanted to merge with Norfolk.