" From Leeds?" Sandra asked."No an airfield," Sebastian laughed, "Our Minibus will pick you up."===================================Irene and Sandra st...od outside Woolworth in their anoraks and jeans carrying their backpacks waiting for the Minibus, the town hall clock showed 11.30 like it always did since the clock winder was made redundant and it was actually only 10.32 when the Combined Training Corps minibus loomed out of the shadows."Sandra and Irene?" Justin's girlfriend for the day. Look at that Western you started, slipping between first and third person so often that I was feeling seasick, no one expects a western novel to be good but there are limits to what a reader will put up with. But as I said that isn't exactly a problem." "WELL YOU AREN'T EXACTLY AN ACTION HERO BURSTING WITH ACTION, ARE YOU?" The omnipresent voice asks with a tinge of anger in its voice."Well who is to blame for that?" The hero asks scornfully. "Last week I was 'Long John Thomas', whoring and. A floor that hated everything that was new or different. It certainly hated me and it was mutual. It was racist, too. And Christian in that way which was all -ian and no Christ. I could of course just hire someone to rip it out and put something more open-minded in, but that would be too easy. I was, after all, a master strategist in the world of non-real battles. I would ponder the situation and make my plans. Tremble, floor! Meanwhile I broadened my horizons by saying hello to my neighbor.. Together they walked to the chair and sat down side by side. Carla moved her mouth to Sam’s, layered their lips with his lower lip between hers, and moved her lips from side to side. Sam was getting so turned on. Every time he moved his hand he “accidentally” brushed against her body. It was like getting a special surprise that he wasn’t supposed to get. Almost naughty. No! It was totally naughty. A special surprise. A treat that only he got to enjoy like when he had seen her breasts for the.