Now, about the small group who cornered the chief guide in the gift shop, I am told that he has made no complaint at all, and has in fact invited any ...f the five to revisit at any time. As for Celia Hardy and Julia Grant. We all know of Nelson’s famous last words as he lay on the deck, dying. He is reputed as having said the immortal line, “Kiss me. Hardy.” So when Julia lay on the plaque which is bolted to the deck, and said those words, it was only natural, and somewhat humorous, for Celia. We both just stood there, pressed together in the crowd, across from the doors, with people jostling to get on and off around us. There we were, hard against each other, my hand totally inside his flies and over the waist-band of his silky football shorts and grasping his massive tool, while his hand was inside my flies, with his palm pressed against my throbbing underwear. Meanwhile, the other passengers pushed and shoved around us, completely oblivious to what was going on under their. I tried to concentrate on the passing darkness outside my window, but my mind kept returning to the vaguely familiar, and if I should admit to myself, extremely hot bodied lady sharing the train car with me. From the corner of my eye I saw her start to shuffle around in her seat and look to her right and pick up the dirty magazine. Odd, I thought to myself, to be reading something so sexual in public. With a shrug, I turned back to my window and tried not to think about the woman, the dirty. I will be back" I say to him with a smile. "But darling, why are you going upstairs wearing only panties with a tiny t-shirt for? Isn't that too much to reveal?" "Stop it honey, would you prefer I wore a burqa instead?" "Ah, no, of course not honey, I just don't think that." "You don't think that what, a black man shouldn't see my legs? I will not stand for racism at all!" I say to him with a strong tone. "No, of course not honey. You are a beautiful woman with a great set of long legs and a.