" Thank you, John. It is a very good thing you have done. This discarded garment has value; more value than anyone could foresee, I think." The old wo...an smiled, accepted the plastic grocery bag holding a soiled jacket stinking of stale sweat and dust. She nodded politely to John and his son, stood, and walked to the door. Her husband followed.The old Russian was having one of his weaker days. Pietor Grovsichenk worried more than usual. The old man suffered from influenza, despite the flu shots. ‘Gawd!’ He groaned. He was still on the living room floor, his pants still wrapped around his ankles. Another attempt and he was finally in a sitting position. He had never felt this hung over, not even in his college days of debauchery. ‘Mr. Walker? Are you alright?’ Peter winced. It was Maria the housekeeper just coming in the front door. ‘Mr. Walker, are you hurt?’ She rushed over and tried to help him up. ‘Gently, Maria. Just help me to the sofa. Ow!’ His muscles protested but he finally. ?” she said, extending her hand.“Yeah. It’s an old joke,” Tiny said shaking her hand.“Speaking of old jokes,” George said, “I thought I saw you retired in this month’s employee newsletter.”“This is my last run, kiddo,” he said, “And it is a pleasant surprise honor to have a member of my favorite passenger family aboard on it.”“Wow, man,” George said, “My dad said he knew you back when you were a Pullman porter on the Southern Crescent. How many years?”“49 years on the road, and loved every. ” Bonnie got out of the tent, and poked her head back in. “Give me the keys.” She said. “I’m sleeping in the truck.” Johnny did his best to pretend to be asleep while he listened to Bonnie lose her temper. Things quieted down, and he was just falling back to sleep when he heard a whisper in his ear, “Johnny, are you asleep?” Then he felt his cock poke him in the small of his back. He reached behind him and felt the thing. It was huge and, as much as he wanted it, he knew it would damage him if.