Not yet. Beside him Rachel was still sniffling into her tissue. He could never comprehend why all that mush made women so weepy, but rather than make ...un of her for it he put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a comforting squeeze. She smelled like honey and vanilla. “You okay?” he asked. She dabbed her nose and nodded. “Yeah. Mushy movies always make me cry.” She giggled softly and looked up at him with wide eyes, fully expecting a rude remark as she’d received in the past from her other. I found myself getting very excited justwatching her as she got in her car and drove away. I wish I could summonup the courage to ask her out but am totally afraid she will reject me.My mind wandered imagining undressing her and making passionate love toher. My cock began to stir as I pictured her naked in bed beckoning me tomount her. I lost track of time and was brought out of my trance when themail man slammed the mailbox lid. I was stroking myself and he had adisgusted look on his face. And there was no sign of her.I asked Rachael about her clothing choices and was she not interested in fashion. Rachael’s answer astounded me. She explained that her mother had drummed it into her and her sister that men only wanted one thing and it wasn’t very nice. She had been taught that dressing up with suggestive clothes and make-up would just encourage men and she would regret the attention that this brought her.Her mother had also been very much against her leaving home, and there had. The porter was a rather slovenly middle age man who didn't smile but did help us with our luggage. As we boarded it was obvious that no one else was in the car. We tried to communicate with the porter but it pretty much useless. We did determine that we had no dinner coming. Craig and Amanda had some fruit and snacks and so we went into their compartment. Chris brought some scotch and he Craig started knocking that back. Amanda managed to get three small bottle of wine from the porter but he.