Trudging up the long hill to Mack's filling station, he calculated that he was only one hour from finishing the gruelling 'walk'."Shouldn't have bothe...ed, buddy," said the gas station's proprietor, flinging the package into the trash bin. "It's only advertising garbage. Your usual double espresso?" He clicked the controls at the back of the counter to produce a small cardboard carton of jet black coffee."Thanks, Mack. This'll give me a nice boost to get me back to the Sorting Office. And don't. Guess what? A lot of new men are asking for me?" Smart guys. You'd make me push more weight, too?" Oh, you!" she said with a slap on his arm. He wondered how a fortyish, formerly uptight homemaker could learn girlish flirting behavior at that stage of her life. It was wonderful to see, though.They chatted and teased a while longer until Cheryl returned. She stopped just inside the door with her mouth agape. Cal was a little worried about her reaction to their dress, but he did not know how to. ” She turns to me, “Guys like big tits Bobby, that’s why I don’t work weekends.” She grabs her breasts, which are fine and perky squeezes them and addresses me. “See? Too small right?”“Leave him alone Anne, he’s only a kid.”“Sorry, kid,” she says staring at my erection that is pushing hard against my pants. Even without my adolescent hormones I’d be hard. There is something charged in this dirty back room. Not sexy, but animalistic almost. The girls are caged tigers. And now that I look at. So one afternoon, 2.14pm for me, it came. It was a train derailment and I would be visible to not only people but also cameras. The casualty rate on the train was low, however, the area in which it crashes was close to a lot of the public who were waiting at a crossing, and that was the real disaster. It was now that I had to make my first appearance. So I returned to my room and got ready, I closed my eyes and made my plans. Once dressed and ready, I opened my eyes to see Melissa watching.