All was well until they entered a rather longer tunnel.Suddenly the train lurched. The screeching of the brakes and then gun shots.Crouching low, Davi... was grateful for the British mania for blackouts. He edged his way to where Julia and Liz were huddled. "You OK?" he whispered.In the gloom he could see that Julia held a small gun at the ready. "We're fine" she hissed. "But we need to get Liz back to her cabin, this open carriage is too vulnerable."David understood what she meant. One grenade. The next morning was an early one. Everyone packed into the rental vans by seven in the morning and headed back to New Jersey. All of the band was in one van with Anita included, she wouldn't be separated from Tony. Gwen and Chrissie rode with the Smiths.Sound checks were complete by noon. There was no second-rate equipment and Ziggurat had their own sound technicians that worked well with Gwen and Chrissie. They were union but it never seemed to occur to them to ask about the girls (who still. " I said as I pointed at my pussy. I was thinking of growing one back here my self." "OK." she answered back. "Good." I said. "I think that it will look really good." I took a small pair of scissors and trimmed the hair on the sides of her pussy really short. Next I put a little dab of shaving gel on each side of her pussy. My face was only inches from her pussy as I gently shaved her with a trac 4 razor. Since she had so little hair there it only took a few. Where I am weak, he is not. A power for a weakness, a give for a take. In his eyes, I see the truth. I know that there is doom and pain ahead, and still I inch my body toward his, aching for that poison. Aligning myself with him, tipping my head to look into his eyes, indeed his very soul, laying my hand on his chest, I know I’ve found home. I haven’t the right. I want to step back, to leave this man, this poet, for someone else to find, but I cannot. He is there, his heart beating steady.