Jo readily accepted.He poured the drink into a small plastic cup and handed it across. As he leant over to hand to the drink, the train took a violent...swerve across a set of points.The drink spilled all down her blouse.The material was virtually transparent. Jo’s sheer white bra clearly visible beneath the soaking blouse. Her fantastic tits were virtually on show.But the age of chivalry is not dead.Two men leap to her aid. Dabbing the material with paper tissues… no that didn’t really work…. My fingernails were long. My hair was curly andtickled the back of my neck.I suddenly understand beyond any doubt I was Tanya Henry. My Finnish-born great aunt's name had been Tanja and it made sense that I was namedafter her. My grandmother's maiden name was Henry. Somehow my historyhad been re-written and I was abruptly disconnected from my father'sancestry.Then I started to notice the others. Close to me was a gorgeous younglady -- slender, proportioned like a fashion model -- with. At that time, a second man cut me with a knife. I turned and faced him and disabled him as well. I then noticed that the third man was over Officer Dugas, and she was bleeding. I took him down quickly and as I was trying to get up, the second man cut me again with the knife. Before I could respond to him, Officer Dugas discharged her weapon striking him once.”, I continued. “After he collapsed, I went to help Officer Dugas and called for assistance on her radio. I remember the other officers. .I was prepared to find the Chalmers Street launderette bulldozed into something new and unrecognisable, but it was still there, and the same old facade in yellow-grey London brick carried great emotional force.For this was where it had all started when I was a sulky sixteen, quarrelling with my father every weekend, and allowed to sit in that warm, steamy launderette, if I would help the manageress to tidy-up at closing. God knows she wasn't a beauty, all double chins and missing teeth, but.