On top of my biology work. How ironic that this guy was sat on a detailed drawing of a female reproductive system. Im Ian. As you know. Oh. My. God. I...had never heard him speak before. No one told me he was American. My heart skipped a beat. I can only deal with one American person in close proximity at a time, now I have 3 to deal with (did I forget to mention Billie and Ally were American too?) I think you really want to know WHY I am here, not who I am. It wasnt a question. And I didnt. " Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" "Yep." He held up a can of soup, gave her a questioning look, and turned to the cabinet she indicated. "I'm a sucker for a pretty face. Ask Mark, he'll tell you." Ryan laughed. "Yeah, I guess Mark has a pretty face, when it doesn't have stitches on it." Brody grinned. "I'll tell him you said that." That seemed to break the tension and Ryan sat while Brody put the rest of her groceries away. "You know, you should buy some real food sometime." Brody closed. And there was more than a hint of her very cute bubble butt revealed in the rear. Offering the slightest coverage to Kathy's derrière was a dark blue and silver ruffled bustle and short train just reaching the floor. Her hair was styled high on her head topped by an ostrich feathered headdress. Wearing dark blue opera length gloves and of course Kathy wore dark blue satin heel pumps and blue hose.The audience had gathered in the ballroom and were finishing their dinner. The room was full with. I saw the attendant was fast asleep in his small cabin beside the linen cabinet with the door closed. I opened the door and was halfway through my smoke when the Ticket checker ( let's call him TT ) came in from the next coach through the connecting doors. We looked at each other and he motioned that he would wait for me in the cabin. It was dark outside and I peeped from the door into the other coach and all the lights were off. I took a deep breath and walked towards my cabin in the coach, as.