He came home. “I want to come home to a food on the table,” he bitched I laughed. He bitched some more… it quickly escalated into a heated arg...ment in which dishes were broke and yelling and screaming were inevitable. Our anger was fueled my sexual frustration and the petty things we were bitching about. As he was yelling at me about toothpaste or something, I started to get fed up, no longer paying the little attention I was at first, I couldn’t help but notice the same fire and passion I. “Can I use your bog?” Tommy asked.“No thee bloody can’t,” Signalman said but it were too late Tommy had door open.Poor Tommy never seen a lad porter in a uniform jacket and nowt else except for stockings and suspenders afore. So he fainted.He was in waiting room at the station when he woke up.He had to go home be way of Doncaster on account of line being blocked and next day had to report to shedmaster to explain why he hadn’t kept a proper look out.“I had trouble wi injector see,” he. Where will you be? I'll come over after we've eaten and I've put the boys to bed. Say nine o'clock?" OK. My flat, or somewhere else?" Your flat will do."So, I gave her my address and left it there, and set off for the Golf Club. All the way there I thought about how even talking to her made my blood boil, after four years the scars were still red raw. But I was also aware of how relieved I felt that I'd made the call, and how apprehensive I felt about tomorrow evening.I found Keith in the bar.. She was my Dawn, just like always. And yet ... I didn't feel the same instant connection to her as in the past. We used to just take one look at each other and immediately feel bonded as if we'd been by each other's side for the past ten years straight. The past few summers our first thoughts had been of immediately kissing each other and basking in our love and effortless connection. But this ... this felt like those new wireless internet routers searching ... searching ... searching for a.