’ Caspar was silent. Then he spoke. ‘I should have known. My coloring denotes of one from Ferlet, but you look like one from Urtei. Gods help us.�...� Then he realized something. ‘We cannot go to Ferlet, brother. It will only spark up another addition to the War!’ ‘No, Caspar. We must go. For if we are too cowardly to go, what does that say about the rest of the Urteians? We must be the Ambassadors of Peace for our nation. Please understand.’ ‘I will not go.’ Caspar would not be moved. ‘Then leave,. "No problem, my pleasure," he had said.Victoria sat at her seat, she slid forward a touch, just enough to raise her skirt slightly higher, just showing the bottom of the lace around her stockings. As the train rattled along the tracks Victoria could feel the weight of the stranger's stare. She could also feel that her boobs now free from the support of her bra, were free to gently bounce inside her shirt in time to the trains movement.Victoria looked over at the stranger again, this time he did. The chrome bulk in the mirror expanded, revealing the bus company’s emblem, a roadrunner cartoon bird circled by the defeated armies of insects with their green abdomens and thoraxes pasted about the conqueror in homage. The plumaged vanquisher rose high above all, a roadrunner on crack, pursuing Aaron, now the Wily coyote pushed to the cliff’s edge. Aaron ignored everything outside his control as he forced the pedal hard into the carpeted mat and inched away from the loud brute. He dismissed. The people in the local village had rallied to the fisherman’s fight for life, and were fixing the boat even now, the old fisherman met this news with a trembling lip even as his eyes filled with tears. They two came again the next day when he was released and walked with him to the quay at the waters edge, to where his boat was being worked on by many of the towns folk. The mast was still gone, true, but a new one of spruce and cypress had been laid up and laminated and now glistened in the.