. then it was my turn. He improvised while I thumb hammered out the melody.I started singing in my nearly tenor alto and he joined with a tenor harmon.... Freight train freight train goin’ so fast Freight train freight train goin’ so fast Please don’t tell what train I’m on So they won’t know where I’ve gone.Freight train, freight train, comin’ round the bend Freight train, freight train, gone again One of these days turn that train around Go back to my hometown.Freight train freight train goin’. The wrecker's door popped open, but instead of Jim, an unexpected ghost from the past stepped out."Bubba-Fish!" Liv exclaimed, momentarily forgetting about her nightmare as she rushed over to the man."Liv Driscol? Is that you? Are you okay? You stop showering or something? What's with the gun?" Finn Andrews eyed Liv curiously. A purple bruise was perched over her left eye. Trickles of blood caked her skin and she was covered in dust from hair to boots. Still, she was gorgeous. If he'd known. She had received the call yesterday from the Governor, and had spent a refreshing lunch hour in his office being briefed on ‘Paul’, the prisoner she was due to see. The Governor was a man in his mid forties, public school educated and utterly charming. In her presence he squirmed and flustered, trying hard to hide the obvious effects that her long and nylon clad legs had on him.Carla enjoyed this of course and played the game to the full. She imagined how he would have been at his public. "I'm your whore." Robin grunted again."Turn over, I'm going to fuck you like a whore." he said.I could hear them change positions. I heard him ask her for a pillow. Robin's a little girl, just over five feet tall, so I believe he was putting pillow under her hips to raise her ass. He wasted no time getting into her."Ahhh...shit." Robin moaned as his cock entered her again.The mattress and box spring began to hit the wall, I could hear faint skin slapping."Ahh....ahh." Robin began grunting.