My answer, "how the fuck should I know", didn't help the general mood of the day. I mean, how am I suppose to know how much further it was, did he thi...k I was having de-ja-vue, or something was the line of questions going through my soggy mind.We are good friends on the whole. We had to be I guess. In our late teens, we had partnered up to film Viet Nam. Two completely raw ingrates thrust into a conflict that had little to do with our idealised notions of push button warfare. After too many. "You shaved huh," he said looking down on me. "You been to college for almost 2 years, have you done it yet?" Since I was kind of drunk I said, "Idk daddy, why don't you checked it for yourself?" I said and sat beside him, rested my head on the side arm of the sofa using one the pillows with my legs opened facing him." I remember when I used to wipe those poopy butt. They were all over the place, " he said then put down his smoothie and leaned his face closer on my sweet spot. He then placed. While we waited for the tea, Shanana washed the girl's arms and legs. As she was washing her legs, I managed to be in position to look a bit higher. It sure looked inviting. I decided I wouldn't mind a bit tussling with the giant of a girl. Shanana was carefully washing at her hair, which was turning out to be blonde, when the girl started to come around. She was groggy and I think she couldn't see too well. She felt the wetness and a look of panic crossed her face. Shanana held her head while. I gulp once more. Nervous. Suddenly, the violent opening of doors. We both turn to the door, but she makes the first move and rises from her seat, looking carefully through the window into the train’s corridor. ‘Marshals. Three of them.’ I feel a rush of pins and needles rushing through my natural arm, both hands gripping tightly into fists as I nervously rise to look also, she keeps me back with one arm as she continues to look on. Panic. I move to the window and open it, sticking my head out.