This one had, for no apparent reason, shut off power to the station's lifts. Lacking the usual escalators, that meant a long spiraling journey down a ...ramped staircase. My wife and I were both pooped by the bottom. When the train pulled in, we fell into the seats. I tapped her on the shoulder; she turned toward me briefly and smiled and we settled in for the short ride to our hotel.That's when I began to scan the passengers around me. It was the usual eclectic collection, but just one woman. He caught sight ofhimself in a mirror as they were leaving the cubicle, "Oh god Kim! Whathave you done? I look like a slapper! Please don't make me go out likethis. I can't. I'll die, I'll just die!" Kim laughed, called him a dramaqueen and dragged him back to their carriage.All eyes were on Paul as he tottered back to his seat. Crossing his legstightly, he looked up to see the faces of women and men openly staring athim. Did they know he was a guy? Or did they just think he was a majortart? He. You keep to the spare bedroom. That is your domain. Is that clear?’ ‘Crystal clear! What about my rent? I can do favours.’ ‘Favours?’ Harry asked. His mind focused again on the last kind of favours, which Harry did as any normal heterosexual male enjoyed. Again though, there was a move away from those activities. ‘Yes! I can clean, cook… anything domestic. I have a very strict mother!’ ‘Oh yeah. Sure.’ Harry felt relieved. Obviously Dahlia did not intend to pay cash for rent. Like most. "My name is Leslie. I am calling from Virginia. I saw Rebecca early thismorning. Please tell me you didn't find anything." More silence. Leslie stood up and began pacing by her bed. "Yes, I found a ripped bra, just one cup at the end of the store." Leslie fell to the floor and began to curl up, the phone barely reachingher ear. "It might be a robbery," Carol continued. "The bra was right under a blankspot on the wall. Hello?" Leslie no longer had the phone and she wasn't sure she had any.