‘I don’t even know if she was thinking that the conductor had those initials when she used them as a tease when asked. She probably was only think...ng of Dennis’s real name. His original name and the one he has gone back to, Antoine Donateley.’ ‘The initials. Those were the initials on the cup on the mantel in mother’s room—the one that gave her such a bitter reaction on the day she died when she saw it.’ ‘Ah, yes. That was another one of your mother’s angry responses at the time to what Dennis. They’d done it before. They’d kissed once in the rain at an overlook on a trip they’d made through the Rockies, letting their hands wander, laughing as their clothes dropped by the front wheel of the car. That had taken 45 minutes. Minutes that flew by like seconds as they’d made love on the hood of his car. Their bodies and clothes had been soaked after, but as with most young lovers, there were more important things in life than a little water. Returning from her reverie, she realized she’d. I needed to feel used, taken, fucked. I wanted to feel every inch of him and, above all, I wanted to feel him come. ‘Like this,’ David said, slamming himself against me. ‘Oh, yes, like that! Please, like that!’ David withdrew and, once again, slammed into me. ‘Ooh, Andy, who’d have thought it,’ Trish said as she lay down next to me. ‘Who’d have thought you liked being fucked up the arse so much. You love it, you really love it, don’t you?’ ‘Yes,’ I panted. ‘Yes, what?’ ‘Yes, Miss, I love being. That music decided me then and there that I would leave the fort and head into the wilderness in the hopes of escaping a likely death in the past at the hands of painted savages with revenge on their minds and a search for justice in their hearts. It was time for me to find a peaceful spot in this time era and try to survive until my recall into the future.My best solution was to join up with one of the wagon trains heading out for the Oregon Trail and the virgin lands to the west waiting to be.