She has long brown hair that is thick and wavy and big almond eyes. She is half Italian and half Greek and reminds me of a young Julia Roberts, with a...gentle voice and big brown, long eyelashes. The sliding bed was one that slid through a hole in a wall which left my wife protruding half way out so that her legs and waist vanished behind the edifice, or the flat, monolithic and hard wall. She looked up at me and smiled. She knew that I loved her and was always there for her no matter what. That. ?This is my stop?follow me? and with that she grabbed her bag, stood and turned to get off the train.?My heart was going crazy now. The passengers around me were looking at me wondering what on Earth was going on. I was desperately trying to come up with something to say, to make a joke or to pretend she was a friend or anything to save my embarrassment. But then I did something I would never have expected. I got up and moved to get off the train. I don’t know whether I did it avoid the. When it didn't come, he asked, "Did you start smoking pot again...? You know, just because the legalized recreational use this past election--" DO it!" she snapped. She chuckled, surprised at herself, checked for prying ears again, then leaned in close. "I'm serious, Bobby. What ever you write in that book will come true." Oh ... kay," he said, his tone dismissive and doubtful. "Done."She stared at him for a moment, searching his face for signs that he understood and believed her. She wasn't. He moved his free hand over her other breast, squeezed, and then made small circles with his palm. “Zachary, Zachary,” she whispered desperately. “Yes,” she cried out when his lips and hand traded places. Her hips rotated against his stomach, and heat emanated from between her legs. She cried out again, but this time with a laugh, when he quite suddenly wrapped both arms around her and rolled her to her back, burying his face between her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his head and giggled.