She opened her eyes and Molly flinched. She could see something had changed."First off, I am not your mother. Not tonight. Tonight, I am your mistress..."Molly's training had set in well. Her eyes darted from her mother to Olivia, who raised an eyebrow to Molly as if asking, "Are you going to obey?" The ends of Molly's mouth turned up just a little, not enough to be a smile, just the very start of one. She then turned back to her mother."Mistress, yes, mistress," Molly answered, bowing her head. As she looked up to let me know that she had swallowed it all I noticed a slight movement in the gap between the curtains on the "hedge side" of the caravan. I got up, moved to the curtains and looked out, in the darkness I could see the shape of a man about 20 yards away, walking beside the hedge. Someone had been watching us through the curtains. Th next morning I went out and walked round the back of the caravan. Sure enough there were marks on the wall to show that he'd not only been. The doors locked and the train started its way.A young man, twenty-five maybe, the same age as mine, approached me. When a passenger came to you before you had time to make one single step in any direction, you knew the journey would be shit. “Sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to buy a ticket.”I should take you in the cabin and spank you hard, boy. Then, I’d spread your ass cheeks and play with your hole for the rest of the journey.“I can sell one to you, but there’s a premium when you’re. He's still in his work clothes. Some sort of hi-Vis fleece over a cheaplooking logo-ed polo and sturdy work pants. Standard factory foremanwear I surmise. He may well have showered this morning before work; Ileft before him; but as I unzip his fleece I detect the aroma of a dayslabor.He smells of man I suppose. A day of sweat and toil. It's unappealing. Idread to think that one day soon I may feel the opposite about it. I'drather the scent of my own perfume lingered in my nostrils. God knowsI'd.