I hastily arranged for flight connections from Lincoln to Fayetteville and arrived Saturday around noon. I rented a car and shopped around town and bo...ght the strongest chains, handcuffs and clamps that i could find. Then i drove to Brian's apartment.The poor guy had really fallen on hard times. Brian's apartment was a dump. But i must say, though, that when he opened the door to let me in in, he looked as gorgeous as ever.We did small talk for awhile, but all i could think about was my plan to. He were pissed off, he usually drove a big B5 class loco, built by George Robinson in 1922 but today he had a near new J39, a smaller cheaper engine built be Herbert Gresley what weren’t really up to job so they shortened train to 40 wagon, 600 tons.It were maximum load for J39 and Tommy had to work like a trojan, shovelling coal trying to keep up steam. He were sweating buckets, he stripped off his Jacket and then his shirt as he shovelled coal inexpertly into the ravenous firebox of the loco.. " But she was in no hurry to move, enjoying the view and closeness. Besides, with his arms around her, she wasn't cold anymore."Come inside, hon. The fire's beautiful, too."She turned within his arms and slid hers up around his neck, tilting her head back and seeking his lips. He bent to her, met her, nibbled at the corner of her mouth, licked his tongue across her lips and then pushed it deep between them. She opened to him, welcomed him, caressed his tongue with her own.His arms pulled her to. I'd returned from a stressful meeting listening to Melville and his business attorney bemoan the troubles Melville was having with his latest purchase and decided the hot tub would provide some needed relief. After twenty minutes, I felt weak from the bubbling heat, but completely relaxed, and as I was moving to the bathhouse to rinse off the chlorine, Jason arrived. He walked with me into the bathhouse, telling me about the dirty tricks that he and his coconspirators had played on Melville.