Finally, a young teenage girl walked up to Ted. She asked, "Are you alright, mister?" She was a very nice, compassionate girl.Ted looked up at her. Fo... one moment, Ted stopped crying, because she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had the face of an angel, and eyes as blue as a summer's ocean. Her hair was the color of golden rays of sunshine. She wore a long red overcoat and little schoolgirl shoes, and carried a picnic basket in her hands."No, I am not," Ted answered through. She backed up until she felt the hard edge of the table contact her butt, and raised enough to perch on the top and lay back, opening her legs for him. He was looking at something that only her parents and doctors had seen. It was beautiful. There was a small rise of soft looking flesh with a slit and a good coating of hair on it. It was dark brown, but there was none between her legs. It was all over the top if the tiny crease. He bent over and looked closely at what she was offering him."Take. I thought I made that clear. Day after tomorrow for certain; possibly tomorrow; depends on getting it from the repair workshop to Scarborough, hitched to a scheduled train.”“Fine. Speak to the girls then. I’ll be fine with whatever they decide.”As it turned out, there was general agreement on the day after tomorrow, so Frances told the rail company that they would board the carriage that morning, if there was a train service that would land them up at Luton again. The company phoned her back. . Yuck! Good for a sandwich maybe, but not for popcorn.And then I started thinking about what else I could use that would be warm and creamy, really tasty too. Something not too sweet, but a little tangy maybe. Something bitter-sweet almost. You know what I mean?"Hmmm..." I looked at Licorice and he was smiling at me."Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Lick?" I asked playfully, because as a general rule as soon as my mom was out of the house for more than fifteen minutes we were both thinking.