She coughed, grabbed the push broom, ran to the door and shoved the pile of smoking straw out into the street. Robert was right behind her to splash a...bucket of water on the sidewalk, drenching his wife's feet and the hem of her nightgown as he did.She squealed and ran back inside on her toes. Robert took the broom and finished the job, getting the last licks of fire dampened out and then returned to stand by Caroline and put his arm about her shoulders.She nodded. "This is getting serious. You. He struggled and tried to twist to one side and then the other but the woman who held him from behind gripped him tight and held him in place."Good, good," she whispered, "keep struggling, it makes your blood circulate faster and speeds the drug through your veins quicker," She laughed and then licked his ear.Bills struggles slowed and then stopped altogether as the drug took effect. His last vision was of the redhead bending over and looking down at him where he lay on the concrete. It wasn't long before I had my jeans open and I was masturbating to some porn from the 80s on the projection screen TV. That's when I saw a man moving to my right and he very quickly sid into the my row, sat down beside me and grabbed my hard cock before I could even react. I was all at once scared, horny, nervous and thrilled by his hand on my dick. I literally froze and held my breath while he stroked me, trying to see if anyone was noticing us. I remember thinking that I was letting another. Under the circumstances, he might have even flown to Phoenix. He didn’t know anything significant except that his son and Jill were alive, and not sitting in a hospital on Amtrak’s dime. He rushed off the train, down the concourse, past the ticket windows, and into the Metropolitan Lounge. The lounge attendant, who he knew, gave him a quizzical look, to which he replied, “21”, the number of the Texas Eagle.He quickly walked over to the pay-phone bank, and put his go-bag at his feet. He picked.