Even if she never did this again, he could never, ever forget it, the closest he had ever come to pure paradise."I can't believe," he said finally, "h...w... how privileged I am to have you in my life. Truly you are one of heaven's angels." I am just a girl," Manjula contradicted. "My work here is not yet complete. But thank you for saying that." Your... work?" Woman's work. Or maybe I should say whore's work." She beamed. "I am tired of painting. It is time for drinking." She slid back down to. I don’t even know how I am able to keep from throwing up. My head swims through a myriad of twisted dreams as I float between the conscious and the unconscious. The medications I am taking never seem to keep me in either state, so I stay in the dismal unknown my head floating as I struggle through this purgatory. Always asleep yet never feeling its warm embrace completely I am left tired and worn. This cold has me regressing back to my days of an infant. I feel helpless and needy as the third. You know. Why bother.People and things touching went with the winder ... within reason; standing on a piece of ground would NOT bring it with you.Its redeeming feature ... it kept the holder at his optimum age. Gary appreciated that. Now it looked like he was just five years older than Vee's 16 look."What do we need to take?" Gary asked April."You mean like wine or chocolate? Like flowers upon invitation to dinner?" No ... food? Camp gear? Firearms?" I'm a full service ship. I need to fuel up. Hubby couldn’t or wouldn’t leave the farm for long and I wanted to visit my sister on the coast. I decided that the train trip out there was just what the doctor ordered. I packed books and comfy clothes and planned on watching the scenery day dreaming, reading and sleeping for the 5 day trip. I boarded the train and unloaded my suitcase in the sleeper compartment, took a walk around noticed where the dining car and lounge car were and made a mental note to stop by for a glass of wine later.