"I assume you both are gay?" I asked. "I admit we do get frisky on occasion," he trailed off. "But only when the beer hits me!" Jim laughed out loud. ...Don't worry. You're safe." I had no idea Jim was gay, or bi or 'pan-sexual' or whatever the term. He was just a friendly guy that I enjoyed the company of. I was proudly straight and had no intention of changing that. And as Jim never 'hit' on me, I figured I'd settle in to enjoy the second quarter. The quarter was intense with scores on both. There are no bouncers here, Lover."There was no music, either, but Sarah didn't seem to notice. She gyrated her hips almost like a belly dancer. The movements made her breasts do interesting things and Adam found his hands reaching out to cup them and then his mouth following his hands. Sarah's nipples were not as long as Shelly's but they were nice. They tipped her large breasts perfectly and she responded to Adam's efforts by clutching his head to her."You played with those all morning and. ‘That was wonderful, thank you,’ Yvoine said in a properly contrite and thankful voice. Sara kept a stern expression of her face, though her heart was full of love for the woman. ‘You are supposed to ask permission first,’ she reminded the slave. ‘I know,’ Yvoine said. ‘Sometimes I forget, I lose control.’ ‘You’ve never forgotten before.’ ‘Not with you. I trained as a slave for a long time before I was Travis’s,’ she reminded her mistress. ‘You didn’t have to go through the difficulty of. Clearly, the train not running fast would have not made for the perfect (or imperfect) combination of a train running fast, an over eager engineer, and a man too emotionally distressed to pay full attention to his surroundings.It didn’t really matter at this point what could have been if things had gone differently, because they hadn’t. It had all come together, perfectly and horribly, and now the third person involved in the love triangle was going to die. By the time Bob caught the movement.