Just me and that young couple right across from me.Not a very crowded train, really. I moved my head around to check out the young couple.In the dim...light I could see they hadn’t worn them-selves into slumber, they were clearly making out nowthat everyone else was asleep. He, in jeans and T-shirt,18 or 19, longish blond hair and a couple of ear rings,moderately well muscled. She, wearing one of those longbut somewhat diaphanous Indian skirts, a T-shirt, someleather necklaces, a Bjoran. I could only hear those words repeatedly. She looked at me, gave a smile and asked, are you ok??I dont know how I gathered enough guts and said can i kiss you. She was completely shocked to hear that. She was like what! Again I said yeah!! can i kiss you…please??? she came more closer. My heart was beating faster and knows what was in her mind, but I didn’t care what she will do to me. She just leaned on me and next I felt her lips on mine. My heartbeat was getting faster and faster. I sat up. But I can't stand my boss, and since he's the owner, I don't have much choice."Pepper's Hardware was a small town hardware store, which meant they sold plumbing supplies, appliances, hammers, nails, or an electric drill — if that's what you needed. They also stocked batteries, tires, oil, and antifreeze for your car. But it didn't end there. The store sold bicycles, blue jeans, western shirts, and in the back you could get a one—hundred pound sack of deer corn, sacks of special feed for. Nevertheless, she was the one who started the conversation. “Hallo?”James lifted his eyes and smiled her way, “Hello.”“Wer sind sie?” (“Who are you?”)Continuing in English, he said, “My name is James and these are my wives.”She nodded as he introduced them all.Claire turned to him, “You speak German?”“Yes,” James nodded. “And a couple of other languages as well.”“You never told me that.” He grinned, “You never asked.”The conversation with the new woman continued. “Am I to be your wife.