For you see there was only one train a week and all Old John had was time.Over the next few months he learned my life story. He never judged me or com...ented on my digressions. The only negative comment he ever made was when I told him of a very nasty thing I had done.He said, "That was dumb. Hope you don't do it again."It made me stop and think. I never committed crimes again.I guess I'd better tell you a little about myself. I was born in a Midwestern town. I was an only child. After WWII it. ‘Your woman is living in Vasteras, about an hour’s drive from Stockholm. Tell you all on the way. Tomorrow I’ll let you know the time of the flight, you are coming back tomorrow?’ I assured him I was returning the next morning and he chuckled and rang off. We were awake. What does one do with one’s lover when awake on a Sunday morning? Well we did that, then we dressed and walked to the shops for a paper or two. Trish had croissants in the freezer and we brewed coffee to go with them. The day. Over the years, the long days had removed the temptation to go hunting for a replacement for Ed - the search was just too tiring. Besides, as she got older, the rogues' gallery of losers grew and the available quality specimens dwindled to nothing - it just wasn't worth it to expose herself to the agony. Ed had given her a good eye for losers, and she recognized that the majority of ANY bar's population after you reached twenty five or so was just that. Over time, she admitted that the effort. The excitement I was feeling was the culmination of an exercise I had experienced once before as a young teen in Newcastle. That night had given me endless masturbatory visions, as I relived and enlivened the experience down the ages.But tonight was not in my imagination, tonight I was in the thick of the action and had just been looked at, I had been spotted peeping at the guy in front, I was guilty of invasion to privicy and now would have to confess my guilt and submit to whatever punishment.