With so many crushed together your sense of personal space is suppressed, a general unspoken acceptance, as we are all in the same boat, so to speak, ...o you bear the bodily contact, the rubbing up against you, up close and personal and you pick out the odd feel or touch, subliminally administered from an admirer, who would not normally get that close to take advantage.As you hang onto your strap your arm is heavy and when you shuffle your feet you immediately touch another persons foot, so. Within seconds she appeared. She was wearing a pink multistrand necklace and matching wristlet. A Boho Chic look that I hadn’t noticed before. 'Kind of cool,' I thought, for a middle aged Mom. 'That is if she was a Mom,' I mused. Walking slowly toward me, with her white sandals still on, I noticed she had chosen the pink bra and the red panties. 'They look gorgeous on her,' I thought to myself. Simply stunning. The panties I had chosen were perfect. They clung to her thighs, though not tightly. Looking over the dessert menu Florence commented, ‘We’ve put you through a great deal Sorrel.’ Sorrel wasn’t feeling charitable, ‘Yes you have.’ ‘It wasn’t all my idea you know.’ Sorrel played it close to the vest, ‘Fletcher told me.’ ‘The whole thing was sort of dumped in my lap. Then the brothers started planning revenge. I guess I was just sort of pulled along.’ Sorrel wanted to cut to the chase, ‘How did I do on the polygraphs?’ ‘Oh come on. You know.’ Florence wanted to say something. She. .. but they would be getting away from us if they could, and they aren't changing direction at all'Tara and I had a good chat in the Crow's Nest. It turned out that she came from Cadder too, but moved to Hamilton when she was young. She had a boyfriend, Dave, but was thinking of dumping him because he didn't stay faithful to her and wasn't exciting in the bedroom. He is her fourth boyfriend, who also previously dated her older sister, who in turn is a Captain in the Regular Navy. My life story,.