I told her, I have it in word format, if you want toread it and you can even read at ISS website.I did a search for the file. Here, it is, I have foun...it.I looked over to Purnima sitting there looking totallyexcited, her eyes lit up and her grin got wider.I turned my laptop and positioned it on her lapallowing my hand to brush her thigh. I heard a quickintake of breath from Purnima as she began reading mystory.Then she turned to me shock on her lovely face. WOW,you are her.Somewhat puzzled I. He stood a half of a head above my five foot eight inch frame with dark tanned skin, grey eyes, and brown hair. Although we’d exchanged smiles and a few nods on previous train trips, we never formally introduced ourselves, nor did we swap shoptalk. Our chatter on that day narrowed the communication chasm...somewhat. My resentment relaxed...somewhat. “Thanks,” I nodded and smiled. “I’m glad Metro got the issue resolved.” The doors closed, and the train accelerated. Not more than three minutes. My eyes grew as big as saucers when I looked around the room. He had transformed the studio into an elaborate party room.In the center of the room hung some sort of contraption with chains and various leather straps, all attached to a thick metal ring in the ceiling. Around it was placed four folding chairs and four tray tables, with the chairs forming a square. It looked like it was set up for a poker game, only without the table in the middle. On each tray table were several dildos, of. ”“OK. Be careful, Paul. I love you.”“I love you too, Wife.”I kissed her and turned back to the steps. As I climbed, I took note that the steps were well worn and seemed to have been cut out of the natural rocks, rather that placed there. Every few steps I would look back to check on Opal Anne. She always smiled and waved. I must have been up about thirty feet when the steps turned.I was going to yell at Opal Anne to let her know, but then I thought about who might be at the top. I looked back.