"Not very likely, but nothing is totally fool proofbut as long as you think of Mrs. Wiggins and not some other person whodoesn't have a mind or a soul...it is perfect. You see if by any chancewere in a body that did not possess a soul, you wouldn't be able to leaveand return to your own body. But I assure you that Mrs. Wiggins, godbless her, for all her bitchiness has a soul. So everything will be OKfor your return home." Say, does any living body not have a soul or mind, Wiz?" I don't know of. Sipping my beer in my glass I leaned back to get a gander at what was going on around me.Typical situation, loud music, no smoke(stupid laws), tables packed with groups of twenty somethings swigging beers and waiting to throw darts. I got up from between the two guys sitting next to me and made my way to the door so I could smoke out front. Scanning the room, noone familiar was in sight so I popped out the front door with the ring of the bell and out to the smokers curb.After lighting up and. From Paul’s point of view this must have been very difficult as I like to dress as sexily as work will allow and I’m a terrible flirt. Let me re-phrase that last part – I’m a terrific flirt! Sometimes I can’t help myself and with Paul (who has a wicked sense of humour) it has become a game that we play whenever we are together. This all brings me to last Wednesday night. Not for the first time Paul and I had to visit a couple of customers to discuss our joint business plans for the next 12. We had a number of different classes, built by various manufacturers, all performing the same duties. He was evaluating their suitability for the work. The controls were always the same so qualifying on one class qualified you on all classes. The problem occurred when we were covering a stretch of linewith a reasonable journey between stations. One of the motors started to fail. This was a three car unit with two motors. It cut in and out eventually failing completely. I nursed the unit as much.