He’d nearly missed his connection in Paris, but the porter on the second train spoke passable English and pointed Wesley to the correct train in Gen...va. He changed again in Milan and was thankful that his years of Latin helped him at least interpret signs in Italy. The trains, however, had been horrid. Doc had told him a joke when they connected by telephone—an extraordinary extravagance in Wesley’s mind.“In Switzerland, the trains run according to the clock. In Italy, they run by the. You've already admitted that's what made you sore, so why can't you admit it again now? I hardly think it's likely that there was some other reason for you being so sore that you'd forgotten about, was there?"Julia said, "Hurry up, Ava. We've got a busy morning planned and Mark has to have a shower after his run. We don't have time for your being afraid to admit the obvious truth. Are you too sore because Mark's body was too powerful for you?"I was admiring that phrase, while Ava admitted,. Her voice quivered."Hit me," I said, opening my arms to give her a hug and kiss.The kiss I got was full of passion. Not that she ever skimped on feeling when we exchanged love, but this was a little more passionate than usual. It lasted a long time and I could feel the yearning in her body as she crushed it to mine. There was all the time in the world to get her naked and impaled, so I reminded myself to be patient and listen. When she was finished with the kiss she pushed me to the kitchen. "But I don't know why." Tell me," I said."When the wheel broke the tie-rod and the A-frame collapsed I thought, 'Shit!' I wasn't expecting the car to bounce over the kerb. The barge was just another problem." She sighed. "Then we were underwater only you weren't there. I was sure I was going to be trapped under the barge. I was glad you weren't there." Why?" I wanted something ... but I wasn't sure what."Why what?" Why were you glad I wasn't there?" I didn't want ... I don't know ... If I was.