Hopkins, Mrs. Smith and Ashley are here to see you."Mr. Hopkins was in his mid forties, a little bit overweight and bald. Ialways thought he had a cre...py vibe to him. He was always nice to thegirls, almost too nice, especially the prettier girls. Yet he could bemean and stern with the boys.He looked up. "Mrs. Smith, nice of you to come in. You're looking lovelyas always," Then he looked at me and stood up. "My god is that reallyyou Andy? Turn around so I can get a good look at you."I looked at. I asked, “Did we reach Bangalore already?”She said back, “No I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to get some fresh air”.I climbed down my berth and everyone was sleeping. It was a very cold night. Soon I climbed down she started walking to the door. She washed her face on the washbasin and just stood there by the door. I followed her without knowing what to do.The door was open and the wind blew on both of us. It was really cold. The t-shirt she was wearing raised up a little exposing her navel. I. .. Yes, there is a reason I needed to know that. Now I want you to hit that house with a blast strong enough to reach it's subbasement... No, I don't know if it has one, just blast it as if it did... I'll tell you why. It's going to be a distraction. A hoped for side effect will be it clears the street too... Thanks."Again I hung up and waited. During this wait, I made sure to duck behind the dumpster as low and tight as I could scrunch against it.Then the ground shook. Hard. Debris flew over. I tell you I'm a chef. "Well, how about coming to my place and cooking me a meal?" you ask, cheekily. Who am I to disagree? I go back to your place to cook the meal. As I cook, you take a shower and change. We chat over a 3-course meal and are getting on well together. After the meal we sit chatting and laughing. We run out of wine and you tell me you have a bottle of champagne. We begin to get tipsy and the talk turns to sex and previous lovers - and what turns us both on. I tell you I was.