”They went out to the barn and got to work. It wasn’t yet 6:00 but they needed to get back on the cow’s schedule, Walt did his milking at 6:00 a... and 4:00 pm, that was the way he had done it for years and they would follow his schedule. Annie came out a short time later and it was completely apparent that Sloan was not a farm worker. He did as he was told and did a good job but needed instructions for each task. Spencer had moved in and taken to the girls like he had been milking them for. Concern at where she was. Concern at how it might be noticed by others and the others all around them.Her husband, she knew, was facing away. Her own tiny movements, now and then, would be masked by the far greater movement of the train, starting and stopping and starting again with jolting regularity but what of the others? Those all around, who faced her. Those whose eyes, she felt, had already undressed her?Who would equally like to be feeling her like this, their hands against her skin,. After a few minutes he said he needed the toilet as he passed me he placed his hands on my hips and moved slowly, I turned to face him and he looked me straight in the eye and winked, I smiled and he stood there facing me with his hands on my hips.I was transfixed, I didn’t know what to do, then without any warning he moved his hands from my hips and rubbed the front of my jeans, I leaned against the worktops and his hand was now rubbing the bulge in my pants, and all the time he was smiling at. ’ Brody closed the fridge and sat across from her at the table. ‘So, what happened?’ He gestured at her leg. ‘I jumped off the Washington Monument.’ Brody stared at her. That couldn’t be true, but she kept her eyes on his and there was no trace of a smile on her face. He thought for a minute, then said, in a tone as serious as hers, ‘Where did you land?’ ‘The Reflecting Pool.’ Her expression didn’t change much, but he could see the slight grin at the corners of her mouth. ‘Good call.’ Brody.