.."A couple of days later I got in from a seminar and Emma was already home, looking nervous."Um, Gerry..." Yes, Baby?" They want me at M.I.T."Truly, ... have no problem with America ... I just don't want to live there. No particular reason except being used to free health-care, that sort of thing.I managed a smile. "That's great! A real compliment, I think!" Uh huh. The Prof here said he wanted me too, but he didn't have the money in his budget." I didn't know you'd applied to M.I.T." I didn't.. “Walking away from tha’crash,” he replied.“Aye, hardly a scratch,” Tommy agreed.“And thee driver?” signalman asked.“He was screaming a bit but he shut up now, priority is rule 55 ent it,” Tommy replied.“Tha’ll mek a fine railwayman, have a brew and go back and if he’s dead nick his watch before some other bugger does.”“Tha’s a callous bugger,” Tommy replied.“Not if driver were one Ted Moresely,” Signalman explained, “Bastard said I put signals back agin him when he ran right through em, too. Her thighs pressed against my cheeks. I felt her back arch, and her hips push up towards me.Suddenly, her hips dropped, and her body started shuddering. Waves of orgasm rippled through her stomach muscles. Her body thrashed, and juices squirted from her pussy, coating my face.I raised my head up while continuing to pulse with my finger."Cum for me!" I said. I rode her out while she continued to thrash and shake. It was like she was having a fit. It was so hot to watch it… to feel it… to. He did what he had to do, that is, he smoked and waited for his breakfast, and, with little to work with, the narrator was left to his own devices. Unfortunately, said devices were particularly entertaining and time-consuming, and John probably did some interesting stuff unobserved. He may or may not have stubbed a toe at some point, as he seemed to have taken on a limp in the interim. More likely, however, was that he was just faking it. He had always thought a limp made ones walk kind of.