But the peace, aye, the peace and silence of the white clouds did not block away the spirit of Angus calling after them. With the worn ragged clothes,...the torn feet cover and her faltering vision, she moved forward still, growing even more certain that they would reach Angus’ keep. Coinneach did not cry. The boy barely had any strength left after the crying fit he threw the night before. The servant’s whisper constantly cooed him with kind words, soothing him to forget the unresolved hunger.. About once a month Bess and I met in New York to go over our work schedule. She told me about Ray coming to see her and eventually having to get a restraining order on him. I apologized to her. She didn't need to get in the middle of this personal dispute between Ray and me.I never told her exactly what my problem with Ray was. The only person I told is Vera; she was still my only confidante. It wasn't only Ray's fault. I agreed to let it happen. I'm sure if we both had it to do all over again. "You're still hard." I pointed out."Yes," she said."Take off your pants Boss." She said affirmitively. I did so. "Now turn around." She looked serious as she said that, but as I nervously turned I could see her smiling with glee. "You told me about how you wanted to bend me over your desk and fuck me." She came close behind me, I could feel the length of her cock pressed against the center of my ass as her hands glided around to the front my my chest, pinching and flicking my nipples. She moved. I went to the dining car for meals and stayed only long enough to eat what was put in front of me and not long enough to get involved with my fellow passengers. I was travelling light, having sold or given away my past life, my memories. I had not much more than the clothes that I wore and a book that I had wanted to read for years but had put off until I saw it on a rack at the rail terminal at Adelaide. After several attempts to get into the book I began to wonder why I had wanted so much to.