I didn’t want to follow her and get caught unguarded, talking to her, by her relatives or my friends, so I resisted and didn’t move from my place....The night fell dark lights in the coach were switched-off by fellow passengers who wanted to sleep.She was still awake and looked interested. I smiled and indicated to her if she wanted to play, but she was afraid of her mother. However, after some time, she finally got some courage to ask permission from them to play the game. The old woman looked. Why are you so excited?’‘Twins!’‘Is that important? You had three sisters a while back.’‘Yes, and that was wonderful, and so was a mother and daughter together; but twins!’‘We do not understand’Actually, neither did I really. I just knew this was one of those male fantasies that I would probably never have the chance to sample again. But yes, why twins? Was it the idea of two identical women so one could do all manner of things and then do them all again? Was it that the same person can be. ~First, I want to find a local church to attend for the nextfour weeks, preferably one of the Presbyterian congregations, so Ihave a place to come home to.~ The thought of the long familiarliturgy had a powerful draw right now; she could at least hold ontothat part of her old life without running a risk to herself or hernew 'family.'The train of thought triggered a question in her mind about thefuture Amazons that she filed away for a future conversation withMichael and Artemis. ~Perhaps later. “Sure. I get off at four.” “I have to work till about six. So maybe seven-thirty?” “Uh-huh, that’s good.” What am I doing? She turned and started walking away and he said, “Karen?” She stopped, looked over her shoulder at him. He said, “I don’t know where you live.” At home she undressed and thought about what it would be like to have Mark there, waiting, watching her take off her clothes, drop her panties on the floor, showing him she was available. The image made her hot—until she remembered.