“Thank you my cell phone has a dead battery so I couldn’t even call anyone.”“No problem it shouldn’t take to long to change a tire.”It too... me about ten minutes to change her tire. She had one of those temporary spare tires, I hate those things. I suggested that she get her real tire fixed as soon as possible she asked where so I recommended a tire shop that I use.“Would you come with me? I’ll go there now but I hate being a stranger they take advantage of women in places like that.”“Sure I. She was almost half ways, when she realized that she needed to pee. The toilets at the bus-station was out of the question, they would probably be out of order og very dirty, so she began to look for a restaurant. She could always drink a quick cup of tea. And there was a new place she hadn´t noticed before just across the street. Looked brand-new and rather classy. So she did cross the street, went down the steps and entered the darkish room. She went to the counter, ordered a cup of tea and. After all, why would one waste so much money just to travel to a nothing little village? People who climbed aboard the Clockwork Railways usually had only one goal: to travel to London, heart of the British Imperium. But perhaps they were soldiers, returning from the distant western battlelines after arriving on the coast? The trains let them ride at discounted prices, and the women did carry themselves with a degree of discipline that most other folk did not have. The men did as well, but. I was quickly becoming the most experienced fourteen-year-old girl with regard to sex. I was now dealing with men... not teen-age boys. These men had different sexual appetites... they'd been around, knew what they wanted and showed me how they wanted it. All their experiences were being passed on to me. I'd seen different size and shaped penises, long ones, medium side ones, thick ones, not so thick ones. I'd licked them, put them in my mouth and learned how to suck on them. I'd complied with.