‘Jump on this trolley.’ I said as one approached and we trotted across the tracks to the next landing. At the next station, we let one train go ...head before sitting in the rear car and saw two police officers talking to them on the return trip. Colleen clutched my arm. The trolley eased to a halt. ‘Oh shit.’ ‘Don’t worry.’ I said. ‘The cops aren’t getting on board.’ Seconds, it moved on. One of the bums pointed at the car, but it was too late ‘We got away with it! Yay!’ Colleen. I carried on out and had something to eat, then as I returned, I looked in again. It looked very nice. I took a small step inside just to poke my nose in, I was approached by a young lady who invited me in.The language was difficult and was going to cause a few problems. After a few attempts, I think we sorted out that I could have an hour-long massage, with a special included, and they could do it right then and there. I paid and I was escorted to a room out the back with a massage table.. Am I really going to do this . . . yes! “Aaron can you come with me to my room real quick, I need help with something” I asked smoothly. You can help with a lot of things I thought.“Sure, sure just let me grab my bag, and quit acting like your flirting with me. It’s giving me a bonner and I know how homophobic you are” he said.“I’m okay, just come with me . . . please.” I said a little bit more innocently.“Okay”We walk into my and I start lighting candles that just smell awesome. I sat on my. I told them to help themselves to our private buffet as we were all full and did not want to let it go to waste, and they were about the happiest young people in town. Dinner at the best restaurant in town, and it turned out to be free. When the music started and the dance floor opened up, the girls insisted that Barbara and I dance. When we got out on the floor with a slow number we could talk without the girls while close enough we could watch over them. Barbara said, ‘This evening is.