She seemed to be able to read his mind. “Don’t be so surprised. I’m just as much a woman as whoever it was who dumped you earlier in the eve...ing. More so, probably.” There was a discreet knock at the door. “That’ll be our coffee.” She opened the door and took the tray, setting it down on the bedside table. “What I suggest, Mr Michael Dawson, is that we have our coffee. Then, if you wish to dally a little, or even a long time, we can see how things shape, er, up”. The innuendo. "Iespecially wanted to let you know, dear Natalie, as you've been such ahelp to my husband from time to time, that I've managed to get him ahuge Hollywood contract for Mr Amazing! It's going to be a majorHollywood movie. It will help our town as well, with all thepublicity. And some of the movie will be shot here!"The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, congratulations poured infrom all sides, and my heart sank. Tim was beside her, face beaming,his arm around her waist.I wanted to leave then. She was looking out the window, her hair covering her view to me as well as my view to her, so she didn't see my eyes hungrily roam over her much too exposed breasts or me noticing the Playgirl sitting on the seat next to her right thigh. I took my seat a few seats behind her and to the left. I tried to concentrate on the passing darkness outside my window, but my mind kept returning to the vaguely familiar, and if I should admit to myself, extremely hot bodied lady sharing the train car with. I geared up, got my .22 magnum rifle and a pocket full of ammo, a foam sleeping pad and an eight by eight foot white canvas tarp. I had a few pocket heater packs with me and a canteen full of water.I found Mark. He was squatting next to two dead dogs and a dead roe deer. It appeared that they'd been shot. I lined up the holes. It looked like someone came around the fence down at the beach and set up a ground stand. I walked down and took a look. Yep, there was the mark in the sand where someone.