So, I decided to go, and this time I got all the way there at the door just about to back-out again when another guy gets to the door (with a key) ope...s it and says to me ‘come on in, you must be the new guy’ so not to feel stuiped I did.There were 6 guys all-up in the room, a bit cramped but OK – intro’s were made, drinks were poured, and everyone was getting comfortable. About 45 minutes passed and the host said ‘are we here to drink or to suck n fuck’ that brought up a cheer! Guys started to. Laura starts off her mourning getting up when her husband Eric was sound asleep as she kissed him on the cheek and went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. There she was in the kitchen cooking the breakfast getting it ready as she heard the shower running knowing that it was her husband that was in there showering. Then as she was able to get it ready as he got ready for work the two daughters came in for breakfast as they wear ready for school. "Mourning mom" said the two girl as they came in. There was much room for improvement in any sense to make the ride in an awful, old train more pleasurable. Within seconds certain events completely changed the situation for the next three hours. Suddenly the door was quickly opened and the next thing Craig and Flo saw was a petite woman, who entered the compartment wearing a short, black leather coat. The blue jeans around her legs were partly wet and a flight ticket stuck inside the right back pocket of the trousers. She carried a quite heavy. It wasn't the first time Miranda had wished her glasses were photosensitive as the wind stung her eyes into tearing up, but that morning ranked fairly high upon the list. The sun above seemed as cold, and harsh as the stiff breeze off of the water, yet its blinding rays of pale yellow light seemed far more offensive than the icy chill that cut through her Fall courier jacket as she rode her mountain bike recklessly down the front porch steps."I hate days like this," she muttered rhetorically,.