I couldn’t see it being apathetic or apolitical. Not after 300 million spins around the sun... Cigarette smoke wafted its way through the carriage. ... middle-aged Viet in high-riding blue jeans, a white “same same” t-shirt and shiny leather shoes poked his head into the space between the cars, coffin nail dangling from his lips.Disinterested rail employees in blue uniforms sold snacks and water, and without any hint of irony, a hammer and sickle were embroidered on their carts’ moneybags.One. She was pretty pissed off about that as she had been looking forward to a lie-in in the morning.”I smiled. “Serve her right.” I said with a degree of satisfaction. “I’ve not got anything before noon tomorrow.”“That’s what I thought,” there was a long pause then she looked at me with a slight smile. “…..so would you like me to bring you up a cup of tea in the morning?”It must have been my dark mood because I didn’t immediately cotton on to what she was saying then it hit me.I looked at her. His comments about her body were both flattering and disconcerting. Bert stood up and began to gather the dishes. He carried them over and put them in the dishwasher. As he did, it was Carla’s turn to notice things. His penis, so large and thick when he was turned on, was small and shriveled when he wasn’t. Carla walked over to the counter and put her arms around him, pressing against him from behind. ‘You don’t have to do the dishes,’ she said, kissing his neck. ‘Hey…’ Bert said and turned in. "Within reason," she finally answered.I smiled my most charming smile. "Great!" I said cheerfully, "the deacons meet again on Wednesday night. How about you meet with me on Tuesday night to give me an update? I'm sure Brother Larry will be on visitation on Tuesday night, so you can just stop by my house while he's gone." I – I couldn't come ALONE to your house. People might see me – and – and get the WRONG idea!" Tell you what," I replied, trying to sound as if I was taking it easy on her,.