Who knows how much longer they’ll be saying it.” “Can’t be much more of the sodding bastards left.” “They’ve been saying that for a scor... and more years, too,” Rael pointed out. “Doesn’t seem to be much fewer of them from what I can tell. Damned sure are fewer of us, though.” "Doesn’t matter. We’ll win. And in the meantime, it’d do some good to piss on their collective heads. They’d never let it stand. It would make them reckless.” “They’re already reckless,” Rael countered. “Driving their fury. It was near the end of the era of the long passenger railroads, and the line of Pullmans was not as long as I remembered from a few years earlier. But the black porters were still there, smiling and polite and spry, asking "Can I see your tickets, please ma'am? Here ya go, Miss, the porter'll take those bags for you, ma'am. George, these are for car 4111." It was still the age of tipping caps and friendly smiles.We walked together to the start of the waiting platform, where the sun blazed down. All that was needed was to give each of them the best fuck I was capable of when I fucked either of them.Linda already had a few men that would visit frequently, only to fuck her; she never went more than a couple of days without being fucked. This did not include the occasional man she would bring to her home, fuck him, and never see him again. Janice and I had an active sex life, we were fucking each other at least three or four times a week. What I did not know about Janice until after we. Waiting for the machine to heat up, I stretched and yawned. Cupped my balls for the sake of it. Two spoons of freshly ground. A blessing for the night owl, a curse for the bon vivant. Moderation, my ass. Same goes for alcohol, apparently. “One sugar for her. Sweet tooth, I’ll take two. Screw the purists. Life is bitter enough as it is. Stir.” A flood of late winter sun bleached the back of my skull. It had a sound to it, not a nice one. Squinting for survival. The neighbor scurried hurryingly.