Harriet picked up Sally from the train station, and the teenager’s world turned from bad to worse within the first ten words from her aunt, who was,...after all, at twenty-eight, only a little older than she. “Hurry along, girl. I ought to turn you over my knee right here in the station for keeping me waiting, but it will have to wait until we get home, or I risk getting a parking ticket.”Sally, shocked into silence, initially replied, “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting Aunt Harriet, but I was. She thought it was a waste of time. Her mind drifted off as she began folding clothes in a distant, removed nature. She wasn't even sure what item she was folding...it may have been a shirt or a pair of boxers. To keep herself occupied, her eyes scanned the room. She looked out the window at the quiet, serene summer day. It was empty until a hulking black man walked by her line of sight. He was dressed in a repair man's uniform...possibly a cable repairman...but then he was gone. So her eyes. “Oh, you’ll be glad to know it’s Amos,” Jim smiled as George’s eyes brightened. Amos belonged at a five-star restaurant, not on an Amtrak train. George had eaten food from Amos’s kitchen many times, and thought he was among the finest chefs on all of Amtrak, and other places, too.George looked around. Jim was known for the tight ship he ran in his dining cars. In addition to the spotless white starched linens, the cutlery practically gleamed in the light, and everything was arranged neatly.. "I like you in white" he said softly, "Like a virgin" A virgin with very damp panties on" I laughed,"Why are they damp?" You know why" I want you to tell me" Because of what you're going to do to me after dinner" And what might that be?" his eyes twinkled at me and we waited until the waiter brought our first courses,"I hope that you're planning on being extremely rude with me" I whispered,"But you're my mother!" It's never stopped you before" I grinned,"Stopped me from doing what mum?" From.