"Erika sat silently. She liked the idea but it seemed a bit too easy. Eventually she asked:"What if the guards want to know why you are still on board...if they find you?"Elsa smiled."I have thought about that. The guard believes anything I tell him. I just tell him I have left my hand bag or ticket machine or something. I will stay in the guards office until the train moves off. He will not question me if he has already had an explanation." Can you be certain of that?" Of course not," came the. After 15 mins of talking to me and my wife, My wife decided to get in the hot tub with us, she doesn’t frequent the hot tub often. She just took off her shirt and shorts leaving her black lace front hook bra and black lace panties on and started to make her way slowly into the hot tub with us. As she was joining us, Steven moved over and sat beside me in the seat and my wife sat on the other seat, one on each side of me. We talked and our legs and hands were all gently touching each other when. Immediately he asks where I’m going. I tell him I’m worn out and I’m going back to the Casa Bolivar, the dorm for international students. “Oh, come on! Just let your hair down and have a shot with me,” he says. I think this is the first time he’s smiled at me, and my stomach flutters—not that I have a crush on him. I barely know him. He’s not even a student here. I only see him on weekends, when this party crowd drags me out. He’s a much older guy, almost 30, teaching advanced English courses. There are four other dwellings on our estate – all occupied until now by older couples. Sadly, our next door neighbour, Mrs Carr, a widow in her eighties, died nine months ago. The property was sold by her son and we were naturally curious to see who would move in.Builders and decorators arrived and appeared to be making some sweeping (and much-needed) changes to the interior. As far as we could tell, the new owner did not make an appearance. Nevertheless, my wife managed to engage the.