Being afraid to fly, I took the 'safe' way and went by train.Not halfway there, with me enjoying the breeze, sticking my head out the left side window... some idiot in a fuel truck failed to beat a crossing gate!What happened is that the truck exploded on impact by the train, sending shards of metal in all directions.I was caught unawares, but I noticed a flash from my periphery. I recoiled back inside the window, but it was too late!A shard had gotten me, slicing off a piece of my cheek,. She was about to ring for relief, then remembered that the floor current was off. She slipped off the bed and went to the toilet.Unfortunately, she had not remembered torn flesh that lay just behind the curtain of her inner cuntlips. The final dribbling flow of her urine ran into the tender area and started it smarting all over again. She jumped up to the lavatory and applied one of the cooling wet pads until the misery let up a little.When she felt relieved, she started back to the bed, then. “I should’ve staked my claim in the third grade. Gimme a hug, girls, and get your man out of my way, before I take him home with me.” As she hugged them, kissing foreheads and tops of heads, “Please take care of my friend, and each other. It’s a shitty world out there. All of you have my number in your phones now, right?” Nods. “OK. Gotta run. Talk later.” And off she went to a starting DPS chopper then off into the wild blue yonder and probably back to the Capitol. High muckety muck, indeed. I. ’ Rachel giggled and grinned back at Derrick as she concluded her faux-realtor speech. Brushing teasingly past his arm, she leaned behind him and shut the door. Pushing the lock button in, she tingled excitedly to the sound of the click. Her stomach swirled with anticipation. Derrick smiled and took a sip from his red cup as he nodded and pretended to assess the space in response to Rachel’s description. Interestingly enough, the bedroom had been the only stop on the ‘tour’ so far… ‘Very nice..