There was an old pink baby doll that was hers when she was little, and it still looked as ragged as it did when she drug it everywhere we went. I gave...it to Sandra and the next thing I found was a large yellow legal envelope stuffed full. I put it in my case and that was all except for a large picture of all of us at her tenth Christmas. I remembered it because I was dressed as Santa, and she and her mom were sitting in my lap with the both of them pulling my beard and laughing. It had taken me. “Um... yes I am... is that okay?” I nervously replied. Is that okay? Why am I asking her if that is okay? Like as if I was on a real date or needing her permission? Have I been reduced to this schoolboy simply by the lust I am having for this woman? Is the act of coming all the way to Thailand, so that I can openly and consciously procure beautiful young girls for my own sexual gratification, playing tricks with my conscience? I am really feeling this guilty?! In spite of my struggle, I found. His jobs focused more on safe operation of their trains, timekeeping, handling parcels, and other consignments.A dedicated 'travelling ticket inspector' handled fare dutiesThe Guard is responsible for customer care, and "emergency protection" duties, should an emergency arise, along with other operational rules. He trained using emergency kit such as detonators, track circuit clips and flags to prevent other trains colliding with, for example a derailed train. If in a crash the driver became. What is it with men in suits? Christ, it just does something to them. I sipped my drink and tried to engage in the conversation I was part of until he made his entrance to the party. I smiled and laughed at all the correct times but my mind was too preoccupied to actually understand the conversation. That man, Damon, was my husband. Nothing I did or said could get him to remember that, short of jumping on him but I’d been advised that would be classed as rape. Damn it, why did he have to be so.