.. and the lines moved so slowly. 'Is it always like this?' I asked myself before answering, 'So now I know why my dates always take so long when they...go to powder their noses!' Eventually a cubicle came free and I slipped gratefully in, locking the door behind me. After lifting my skirt and dropping the pantyhose and knickers, I sat down and did my business thinking that I didn't really understand half of what the women in the toilet were talking about as they chatted gaily away to each other. I was having trouble really focusing on anything, though, my mind scattered.When I was brushing my teeth, I found that the severed arm was holding my toothbrush, brushing for me, and in the sink were globs of bloody teeth.I retched and grabbed the arm, the limb cold as a chunk of ice, and began to curse at it and beat it into the bathroom wall and spit foamy white toothpaste froth at it.Seconds later, it again disappeared, and I discovered I was slapping my toothbrush at the wall and that the. Justine it transpired was gay, nothing at all against gays, but it meant I had days to kill and no available male companionship! That`s a euphemism for no available cock and I do need a lot of regular cock believe me! So I was sat in the bar at the hotel we were in on the Thursday morning just before dinner and was happy to be “chatted up” by a couple of local lads whose English was very good, I do speak a smattering of most languages but prefer my own especially for this sort of situation. . Squeezed against the window, pinning her with his body against her compartment, somehow he became stuck-- it felt as if a part of his uniform had caught on the window latch, perhaps. However it happened, the two of them in their massive, unwieldy winter garments were wedged together like a cork in a bottle.She glared at him with utter hatred. He laughed at the sheer, humiliating mockery the gods were making of him. "My sincere apologies, madam," he said, tipping his hat and then giving the end.