Your wife. My…friends. It's there, then it goes away.” “You are being oddly philosophical.” His hand reached out again, this time to her hip....He stroked her skin gently, his fingers drawing shapes he was fully unaware of, like the letters of a new language. “I know.” She said, “Okay. Everything goes away. That is what I was really thinking.” “I'm not going away.” “I know. I'm not going away either.” “I know. I’m glad.” “But what happens next? Where does it all go?” He said, “Right now it. I let the twins back me into a corner and jabber away excitedly. They still looked incredibly fuckable but as conversationalists they favoured quantity over quality, I reflected, however, that in a few days I should be able to shut them up at will. I was happily imagining them naked, at my sexual service, and blessedly mute when it struck me that all of a sudden it had got very dark outside. I was about to remark on this when there was a blinding flash of light and a huge thunderclap and the. The great wrought-iron bi-pod gantries that carry the track bestride the capital in a most impressive way and while there are those that feel that the Over Rail is a blot on the city-scape I find the stateliness of the structures a constant source of wonder.At the Over Rail Exchange near Hyde Park Corner, we disembarked from the glazed torpedo-like car to await our connection on the Dockside Line. Amanda and Estelle waited patiently, standing close to me and saying nothing to one another. The. The street seemed endless as the distance shrank and his tension increased, closer and closer to those dulcet depths until he was standing before her.They stood for only a moment before shifting their gaze but it was a moment they would re-live a million times; it always replayed every time their eyes met during their brief but passionate time together.Reaching out his hand he says "I'm Michael, Michael Dane."Looking down at his strong rugged hand her attitude shifts. Taking his hand in both of.