It seemed contorted in indecision."Come on Alan, it's not as if I don't know you," Andrewshouted to him as he walked closer. The man turned back tothe...van and began searching for something. He turned backnow holding a large felling axe."Come on, there is no need for that," Andrew shouted. "Whatare you going to get, a fine? Just drop it and we can getout of the cold and both have a cup of tea" Fuck you, piglet!" Alan screamed at him approaching at arun. "Yes, fuck you good and proper."Andrew. Probably my guests from the Russian Embassy.Then there were the two observers. They were on opposite sides of the train, and I gathered they did not know of each other's presence. Their thoughts were in English and I figured one of them was CIA. The other was difficult to read."Must be the range," I thought at first. But that didn't make sense. I focused a little, but except for the emotional signature, and his interest in what was happening on the train, I could read very little. "This has got. " He nodded, swallowing again. His playing had slowed, only his right hand still working over the keyboard. Alicia hadn't felt this way sitting next to anybody since her teenage days, when she'd snuggled up next to Paul in the front seat of his car at the drive-in for the first time. Then, as now, her pussy had tightened like a fist. She trembled as her right hand moved to Shawn's smooth chest and began to stroke. He stopped playing. Just sat there, his shoulders sagging, his. "Oh wow," I laughed, "Not only good in bed but a good cook too." Do you really think I'm good in bed?" No, I KNOW you are."He laughed and reddened but still managed a kiss."With a bit more practice you'll be great."We enjoyed two glasses of wine out on the balcony whilst the steaks were cooking and he told me all about himself."I'm studying art at the university, but dad wants me to follow him into the diplomatic service." Will you?" Probably, although my paintings have started to sell pretty.