As was the custom in those days we all sat a good way apart in the carriage respecting the others privacy. Settling down I started to read one of my t...xt books which was an assignment for next night school class. The sound of the clackety clack of the train wheels along with the rocking motion of the train so late at night made it difficult to concentrate and stay awake. I felt a gentle nudge as someone sat down beside me and moved more into my seat to allow them to sit down. A slight thought. It was a great way to learn about normal people. And learn to be normal. More than anything, I found I enjoyed it. I was finishing up my last practicals – like mini internships in different hospitals - when I found my escape.A shootout downtown had netted two killed and three wounded. Most were gang members, but one of the wounded was an FBI Special Agent. Brought to our hospital.To badly paraphrase Hans Gruber; I was looking for a miracle and found the FBI.The almost incorruptible FBI.I. From my vantage point I discerned Brenda was a suicide blonde -- dyed by her own hand -- and her roots needed retouching.While Tony and Cynthia were deep in conversation, oblivious to the rest of the group, Greg Rogers made his move on Brenda."Where's the sea, dahlin? We've travelled all the way from Buckinghamshire and there's no blooming sea to see."Brenda stared at him as if he had spoken in tongues. Greg's accent, although not Cockney was of London, and Brenda's ears weren't attuned to his. ”Alex became more and more comfortable once Susan had said that. “Well, its just that I’ve never actually seen a naked person before.”“Well why don’t you come over here and ill show you something,” she said. Then she had slowly taken off her towel once again revealing her naked body. Alex was shocked by this and started to shake at the sight, but he tried to keep his composure. “It has been so long since I have any sort of pleasure.” she spoke, “Ever since my husband left me I have been so.