* Once he'd tried it on at the shop there'd been no other choicefor him. He'd handed over his credit card without a word. Theshopkeeper had even had...the pair of plain black women's shoes anda rosary belt. He'd added a small black purse (the blasted thingdidn't have any pockets) and had headed home wondering at his ownfoolishness. "You had to find something. . *ANY*thing other than a serf,didn't you?" he growled at himself, conveniently forgetting thatit had been the pull of habit and not any. ’ I shut my eyes, trying to grasp the significance of what I just heard. Dylan somehow has recovered from the wounds I inflicted. It was not a lethal blow! ‘Oh my God. I don’t know what to say. You came all this way to tell me that?’ ‘Well, I don’t know if you got my letters. You wouldn’t talk to me on the phone at Stan’s. There was no other way to reach you.’ ‘Sasha, I’m so sorry.’ I put my face in my hands. Without warning, my tears began to flow, the months of suppressed emotion erupting. I. I gave it to her and she got up and went across to him, his face lit up and she slipped into the seat beside him, and immediately fell into conversation.I was excited watching her, so much at ease and as she opened the street guide I saw she was pressing her leg hard against his.'Fucking hell, what the fuck was she doing', raced through my mind. I looked around the carriage and saw we were all alone, and I looked back at them, he was tracing something on the maps surface, all the time the map. She was in her early thirties but could easily pass as someone in their mid-twenties. My eyes went head to toe of her five-foot six frame, eyeing her long wavy black hair, tight-fitting blue dress with a giant bow on the front, black silk pantyhose, and a pair of Louboutin Pigalles.“You must be Mark. I’m Michelle, nice to meet you.”I stood up to shake her hand and was a little taken aback as she was obviously well-off. I offered to buy her a coffee but she declined and went to order herself at.