"After they left, I went looking for Melanie. I found her in our bedroom. She was on the phone. When she saw me, she quickly got off the line."Hi hone.... I'm home." I reached down to give her a hug."I missed you." I missed you too. I wish I could hold you all day long. I'd like you to come and meet Julie. I had Becky show her where she'd be sleeping tonight." Ok."We left our room heading toward Becky's room. When we were almost there, the two girls were just coming out."Julie, this is my wife. One day, we were called to the school ground for the prayers. Everyone in our class went. However, we somehow managed to stay in the classroom. I come from a missionary school and the prayers generally takes 45 minutes to complete. We had enough time in our hand. We were alone in the classroom and there were little chances of someone coming in the classroom during prayer. We, as usual, started kissing each other. I reached out to her boobs and started pressing. She was wearing the school shirt. The day went quickly, Bill was his normal polite, helpful, calm self. The customers were pleasant. The day ran smoothly. He made no mention of how she looked. He passed no comment. There was the merest hint of perusal when she arrived that morning.At 6pm Bill came back into the shop. He walked to the door and locked it. Pulled down the heavy blinds which covered the windows and door. Kim was confused. “Is my watch wrong? It’s only 6pm”. “Well” said Bill. “I thought we needed to talk a little, I. There weren’t this many steamers in the Virginia Historical Railroad Museum! I didn’t think that even Steamtown in Pennsylvania had a few of these rusting models, especially the pair of duplex Mallet’s at the back of the shed. Fuck ... was that rear center heap a 2-8-8-2 Berkshire? It was ... and there was an USRA 2-6-6-2 on the left hand tracks behind it. Compared to those rare ducks, the ‘usual’ Atlantic’s, Pacific’s, Mikado’s and the 4-6-0 Casey Jones were mundane. Not to mention the several.