A few minutes later, he was at my door with a beer in each hand and this silly youthful grin on his face. I invited him in.We spent several hours sit...ing on the couch, listening to music, talking about school, sex, his coming out to his parents, and downing a dozen beers between us. It was getting into the early hours of the morning, and there we were sitting across from each other on the couch, as I rubbed his lean hairy legs. I grinned and asked him if he wanted to spend the night. He. The master bedroom and spare bedroom are to the left of the kitchen down a hall. To the right of the kitchen and with a dinette area in-between is the family room with a fire place for the cooler evenings and for the TV and general gathering area with the patio directly outside. To the right of the entry is the formal living room which is small. And that is perfect for our needs. This could be an excellent place for someone to retreat for quiet reading and we will likely just decorate it like a. I rushed into the coach. There could not have been more than 15 restless riders in this coach.You might be wondering why I pay attention to that, or know so much. Well, my father, he was an engineer for the Illinois Central, and later Amtrak. I might be a knockout blonde tomboy, and I might be a country bumpkin, but I sure like my trains. My daddy used to take me riding. It was always the pleasure of my day to sit at my desk and watch the Canadian National trains rolling.I quickly had my ticket. "Hi Mr. Adams," Hi Sondra," I said to one of the pretty co-eds. She was in my afternoon class."It's pretty late for you to be in the library isn't?" Yea, a special assignment," I laughed. "Not many people here on Friday night huh?" Only the losers," Sondra said, and then added quickly, "Excluding you Mr. Adams." A bright smile crossed her face.I'm not sure I was an exception. "Yea, right!" I laughed and made my way over to the table where Molly was sitting. She had a bunch of books placed on.