"As I walked up the aisle of the train I was trying to find a carriage that wasn’t empty. I never really felt safe travelling alone. Finally, I foun... a carriage where this guy was sat on his own. He was just drinking his beer and minding his own business, his legs outstretched and he looked so chilled out I instantly felt drawn to him. It was a bit weird, really, the effect he had on me.’’ Marco raised his eyebrows, “Was he good looking by any chance, as well as being as chilled as a penguin?”. "C-cost?"He nodded and planted his cigar between her lips. Without meaning to, shefound herself puffing a little, the smoke slipping down her throat whereit was promptly rejected and returned. The smoke flowed from her lips andnose, but the cigar was plucked from her lips and replaced by a pair ofrough lips, sucking the smoke away. His whiskers tickled her chin and shegiggled. How strange... for some reason she'd expected herself to startcoughing, but she hadn't.He grinned, puffed on his cigar,. The bed shook and shimmied for a moment as I hear a drawer being opened and closed. “Relax your hole kid.” Then his big finger touched it and slid inside! “There, how’s that? Like it?” It was all I could do to mutter “Oh yeah!” in gasping tones. He moved it all around and in and out. Another digit soon joined the first and after several minutes I grew used to them being in me.So wrapped up in my own experience was I that I’d completely forgotten about Riley. That is until I heard a loud grunt. ."The monocled character threw both fingers out towards the American scientists, issuing a tremendous 'shwoosh' from his lips, emulating the sound of jellied gasoline frying the bike-riding elements of the proud British Northumberland Division.At last, the hissing from his lips ebbed into a slow gasping."So... so... so you're Ghurkhas, are you?" he stammered."No sir," grinned Richard, as kindly as he could. "We're pretty much Americans. Not Ghurkhas." Never seen a Yank in Italy," the German.