“And I will make it up to you over dinner tonight.”She snorted at this but didn’t gainsay him. She followed the sales manager to his office whil... Pierre wandered around the showroom looking at the other models. After another few minutes a small army of mechanics and technicians came out of the back, swarming over the car and preparing it, and opening the wide doors so it could be driven out and a new model set in its place. When Georgia reappeared with some paperwork and a set of keys, she. Her small form was jostled andsquashed in the crowd. A single train ticket to Manchester wasruinously expensive, but it didn't matter. She had to get home. To theshadow of those hills where things made sense.It was after the morning rush, but before lunch when she finally madeit onto the train. She nodded and smiled at a few of the passengers,glad that none of them tried to talk to her, or expected her to talk.The train was mostly quiet and she easily found a seat with a table toherself.As the. "When she tried to pull herself away from me I took hold of her and pulled her tighter against me. Then she cried, and cried, and cried some more. All the time I just held her against my chest. At some point the sobs started to subside. I had not forgotten her last statement and I hoped that now she might be able to listen."Marie, you are by no means fat or ugly. You are pretty and sexy I just feel guilty that I took advantage of you." You had all those pretty girlfriends there at school with. .Anyway, I'd finally saved enough money to pay her a visit and this was the first night we were going to be going out together. We'd spent the day shopping for things to wear and we'd both had full-body waxes (Hollywood!) and were feeling sweetly femme and super-sexy. We got dressed together in the hotel room (and it was hard not to touch one another, but we'd promised to save ourselves for the boys, ooops - a slip of the tongue, I'll tell you about that in a moment).We had decided to dress.