I figured it couldn't be that bad and forgot about them. Later, at the dance, Kelly and I were grinding, not something I was very comfortable doing, a...d we were really enjoying ourselves. Kelly was constantly getting me to try different dances, and I have to say even though I didn't like how public it was, I enjoyed having my rock-hard cock pressed and rubbing against her perfect ass. We were still dancing when we went past Tony and heard him say, "Can't wait for Wilson to fuck it up with. I didn’t want anyone to see the few tears I had left rolling down my face.When I sat down in the carriage, my attention was first drawn to how sticky the floor looked. Perhaps, the result of one too many for someone the night before? But the state of the train wasn’t the only thing that grabbed my attention that night.I lived a good hour away from the city by train, so it gave me a chance to think about what a horrible night I’d had.The last time I’d visited the Velvet Club, I met a wonderful. She dressed younger and smoked with the men.“So, soldier,” she asked while they were dancing, “where are you from?”“Grand Junction.”“And where’s that?”“Colorado, western Colorado.”“So, you a cowboy?”“No ma’am.” He was thinking how to explain to her about mountains and men who worked on the railroad, when she spoke again.“Bridget. Call me Bridget. You make me feel old.”She was, of course, old -- nearly twice his age. But he had been raised too polite to say so. And dancing with a woman. Oddly, Bob thought, the boys commented to their audience on what they were doing, and feeling. They did not talk much -- concentration was required of them both. But the comments were plainly useful, the girls occasionally nodding with new understanding.After a few minutes, the two boys called a brief halt and turned to their audience. The back and forth conversation was plainly helpful, especially to the girls. Soon, they again paired off, this time in all boy/girl pairs, and worked on.