Some climbed street lamps and others leapt into near by stores.Those who couldn't make it were bowled over like a bunch of pins at theend of an alley....Those laying there looked up and saw Chris karate kick agarage can into the air, spilling the garbage on the street and landing on hisboard safely.What was bad for the townsfolk was worst for the boy's single father,Donald. Ever since his wife died of liver disease when the boy was little,he tried to make him a tough man. That way he could handle. The train had stopped moving. I could feel the warm air enter the train car. But the train never moved. I then felt 50 pairs of eyes on me. “Oie! Ahh!! Banzai!!” said a small Japanese guy to my left side. I opened my eyes. “Zip!!! Zip!!! Zip!!!” 50 pairs of pants were unzipping. I heard 50 belts hit the metal floor on the train. I then looked around. All of the Japanese business men were whipping out there cock. I looked ahead. Her eyes were wide open. She then moved her hands. She cupped the. "I approached her cautiously. She drew toward me much more assured that we were about to spend a special moment together. She threw her arms around me, kissed me on the lips, and asked me if I missed her. She knew the answer when I closed my eyes and our lips pressed together. Our mouths opened so our tongues could twirl and dance together with a sweet familiarity. The soothing feeling of each other's touch belonged to the people we once were. I welcomed the chance to be with her again and I. It helped to persuade them that things could not be all that bad."No bakers, what? Damned shame! I was counting on you lot. Looks like it will just have to be jam roly-poly again, eh chaps?"This too raised a laugh. The infamous tinned stodge that, along with 'corned dog' and the unidentifiable canned meat known as 'dead baby, ' was the staple ration."Maybe you'll get a parcel from home," Phillip said.Redbourne gave him a sharp look and then shook his head wearily."I don't think so, W-B. No.