" He stood up walked past me and opened the door. There stood another twenty something year old guy. He walked in and asked '...everything ready..." T...e mail boy looked at me and said "...think we are crazy now..." The Mail boy started to undress as did his friend, once they were out of their clothes they both started to stroke their cocks. The Mail boy said to me "...think about it, tonight it's just the three of us. to morrow every one in the building will know your secrete..." defeated I. A small smile adorned my lips as I saw a figure walking towards me, hands stuffed into coat pockets and a slight hunch shielding themselves away from the falling flakes twirling in the slight wind. I couldn’t help but bite my lip in anticipation, thoughts ploughing through my mind at the actions about to be committed. My legs started to get weaker and my breath picked up. It wasn’t until I felt cold hands on my face that I realised he stood in front of me, smile on thinner lips. Soft greetings. I knew that already, and was confused, but there wasn't much to add. "Why don't you take over for him on the onions?" said Lana. I knew she meant that as a command rather than a question, and walked over to Raif who was holding a knife and trying to not rub his eyes with anything as tears streamed down his cheek. I extended my hand to Raif to take the knife, and he offered it handle-first. As I walked to take over his cutting spot, I had to squeeze between him and the counter, and Raif's other. We were highly surprised when a request came in to add the additional guests to your room. Previously they only had seating reserved for them with no shower access. I suspect you already know that they are very particular about ensuring they always look well-groomed without any detectable body odor. They are in the minority on this train. That old hag and her ilk tend to smell like whores, just after a warship comes into port and grants their sailors shore leave. Our modest bathing facilities.