Second Time Through Book IIChapter 46 Adriana s Shares
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Thursday, June 3, 1971
There was light coming in around the drapes on the window in my small stateroom, when the opening of the door woke me. I looked up to see Jason, staring at the two girls sandwiching me in my berth. He saw my eyes were open, so he nodded at me with a silly grin, grabbed his bag, and headed for the small bathroom. Moments later, I heard the sound of the shower.
Jason seems to have grown up quite a bit in the last few days, under the excellent tutelage of Julie and Jenny.
As was my habit, I scanned for the family. Kip was busy in the kitchen. Most of the adults were up and getting dressed, or were already in the Dining Car. Jason was the only teen stirring this early. I looked at the back of my left wrist to see what time it was.
"Damn! I have got to do something about getting me a watch!" I thought with exasperation for the umpteenth time.
I debated it for a moment, then scanned for Anna, Natalie, and Grace. They were up and getting ready to drive to Pueblo to catch the CIA jet back to Tennessee.
With my increasing abilities, it was not difficult to do; so I focused on Anna, and tapped her on her mental shoulder to let her know I was there.
"Good morning, Beautiful!" I thought to Anna.
"You always say that when you know I can't get to you!" she thought back, laughing.
"What's wrong?"I asked, sensing her melancholy mood.
"Oh. I always feel sad when I have to leave Twin Springs. Especially if I don't have any idea of when I'll be returning," she thought back.
"Well, if it's any consolation; I'll be back there in a couple of weeks, for Sandy. And for Rose and Eve, remember?" I thought.
"Oh, yeah! I had forgotten," her mood lightened immediately. "How long will you stay?"
"I don't really know. At least a week," I replied.
"I'll make sure you have accommodations reserved. Will the rest of your family be with you?" she asked.
"I don't know. Some will, but I don't know who yet. Can I let you know later today?" I asked her.
"Don't worry about it. I'm just going to block out the whole Wagner Lodge for ten days. Just let me know as soon as you firm up your plans," Anna said.
"Be sure you charge the rooms to me. Catherine is having an American Express card set up for me to use," I told her.
"Oh my god! A hypersexual sixteen year old with a credit card!" she laughed out loud as she thought it. I laughed with her.
"You left out the part about his crush on his doctor!" I teased her back.
She paused, "We'll see," she said mysteriously.
Changing the subject, I asked, "Do you think Jaye and Buddy will be able to handle things if I take Sandy with us when we leave?"
"I'll make sure Aunt Jaye brings in someone to help her. Any idea how long?"
"The only thing I know is that it will be less than nine months. Our son will be born there, at Twin Springs," I replied.
"Oh yeah. The prophecy thing. Do you really believe it's true?" Anna asked me.
"I do. I think that a lot of effort and energy has been expended to make everything happen to this point, including bringing me back forty years in time. That kind of evidence is hard to argue with," I stated with a growing conviction.
"I see your point. It still hard to wrap my head around it though. Well, I've got to get the girls to the airport. You be careful out there Michael. It's not like here at the ranch. There will be people out there who are looking at you as a target. Not for your gifts, but because you are young, handsome, and rich," she told me.
"I will. You be careful. Take care of the girls for me," I thought sadly.
"You gonna be okay?" Anna asked gently.
" I still love her," I thought. The sadness of my heart became apparent to Anna.
I quickly pushed the thought away and added, with as much happiness as I could manufacture on the spot, "And you know I love you, too!"
"Oh, Michael! Don't do that to me. You know how I feel. But I'm twice your..."
"Stop that! I've already explained this to you once. I am more than twenty years older than you. Don't make me have to spank that pretty ass of yours before I fuck it, the next time we're together!"
"You wish!" she laughed. "What is it with you and my ass?"
"It's one of the finest I've ever seen, in either life," I told her."Besides ... it's your fantasy, not mine," I reminded her.
"Oh!"
"Bye, Anna. I do love you," I told her
I felt her absent minded 'goodbye' as her mind drifted for a moment, to the fantasy I had referred to. I looked again at the back of my left wrist.
"Oh, well. I might as well get up, even if I don't know what time it is," I thought to myself.
Vickie and Nicky still hadn't stirred when I got out of the shower. I dressed regretfully, wishing I was still at the ranch. Because there, clothes weren't necessary.
"Oh well..." I thought as I headed for the Dining Car.
Catherine was seated at a booth with John and Sarah. It didn't sound like they were discussing anything important.
I asked if I could join them and bid them good morning. I had barely gotten seated before Beth appeared asking me what I'd like to drink.
"Good morning, Beth," I said to her cheerfully. I suddenly remembered that Beth was leery of me. She still remembered a couple of run-in's she had with the old Michael. I scanned her now, and discovered that the old Michael had hit on her inappropriately a number of times. The last time had been just before the trip to Tennessee.
As she left to get my coffee, I debated about what to do about Beth.
The train lurched as we were coupled to the new eastbound that would take us to Newark.
"Did you sleep well?" Sarah asked me.
"I sure did. I always sleep well on trains," I replied.
"When have you ever slept on a train?" John asked.
Catherine looked at me with an alarmed expression as I realized my goof.
"I don't remember, but I'm sure that if I did, I slept well," I laughed as I tried to pass it off as a joke.
"You're going to have to learn to be more careful than that," Catherine thought to me.
"I know. I'm sorry," I thought back.
"Well, I wouldn't worry about it now. It's water under the bridge," Catherine thought to me.
I scanned John and Sarah. John had let it go, but Sarah was thinking that maybe it was a subconscious recollection, and my memory might be coming back.
So I asked Catherine out loud, "Do you think that could be something from before?"
"I don't know. Maybe we should ask Anna about it the next time you see her," she replied
"Good idea," said Sarah.
Then Sarah changed subjects and asked me, "Michael, do you know if Julie spent the night with Jason?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I don't know. Just worried I guess. She seems to be so enamored with Jason and he'll be going back to Tapato soon. I just don't want to see her hurt I guess," Sarah replied.
"Well that brings up another question. But before I get to it. Let me fill you in on what I've been able to find out. Jason did spend the night with Julie. And with Jenny too.," I told their parents.
"Both?" Sarah asked with alarm.
"I was as surprised as you are, to tell the truth. So I scanned them to see what was going on," I said sympathetically. "Anyway, what I discovered, was that neither Julie or Jenny are in love with Jason. Julie is just enjoying the freedom to express her sexual nature. Jason just happens to be a warm and compassionate person that was willing to accept her lead, as he discovered his own sexual side, as well. She and Jenny evidently discussed it, and Julie decided she could make both Jason and Jenny happy by sharing Jason with Jenny."
"Well, I don't know..." Sarah said, turning to look at her husband.
"The other side of the coin, is that neither of the girls has fallen in love with me, either. Again, I believe it's because of what you did in allowing them the freedom to choose. Once they had experienced sex, they realized it's just another part, admittedly a very fun part, of growing up. Jason has helped them realize that they don't have to fall head over heels in love with every guy that comes along, just to satisfy their biological urges."
"Really?" Sarah asked. "You think that what we did helped them that much?"
"Sarah, I believe Michael is correct in his evaluation. I've noticed that both of the girls have seemed more mature in the last couple of weeks. You should keep an eye on them, but I'd be willing to wager that they will be talking to you about it soon," John said.
"Which brings up my next point ... but, I need to ask you a couple of questions. First; where are we with the emancipation?"
The train began to move forward, slowly gaining speed.
"Jeff is bringing the petition and some other papers for you to sign when he meets us tomorrow. Other than getting your driver's license changed to show your Tennessee address, getting your educational status verified, and a few other miscellaneous details, we will submit your petition and then wait for the hearing date which is June twenty-second," John informed us.
"Do I have to be there for the hearing?" I asked.
"I don't know. I wouldn't think so. This is being heard by a Blount County Juvenile Court Judge. I know of him, but I have never been before him with a case. My office will present the petition as soon as I get back, and his office will study it. Then he will issue the ruling either for or against, or request additional information. I don't expect a refusal, given the nature of the request and the sealed documents submitted by the FBI. But, you never know," John said.
"Thank you. I am depending on you to guide me, so just let me know what I need to do next," I told him.
"Why did you want to know about being there for the hearing?" John asked me.
"I'll be in Colorado," I told him. Before he could ask anything else, I turned to Catherine and asked, "Who owns the train?"
"WHAT?" Catherine exclaimed, surprised at my question.
I grinned. I don't surprise her very often.
"Who owns the Rowena, and the other two cars?" I repeated.
"Well, I guess that would be Liz and me. Our father left them to us as part of his estate. I don't know if Greg changed anything or not, but they weren't mentioned in his will or anything," she supplied.
"So, Wagner Industries has nothing to do with them?" I pressed, this time looking at John.
"I don't really know, Michael. I cannot recall it ever coming up though," John said.
"Then could it be arranged for me to lease them. In my name, not the company's," I asked.
"I don't know. I guess that would depend on whether the owners would lease such an expensive commodity to a sixteen year old," John said as he tried to suppress a chuckle. He had just heard Catherine say that she and Liz owned the three railcars.
I kept my eyes on him as I answered.
"Well, my thought was that it would be sort of like building your credit, if I used my emancipation to sign a contract, independent of anyone else," I said.
John's face just got serious as he considered it. He was impressed with my reasoning, as was Catherine.
"So you want to lease the train in your name? Then use that to help further establish your independence?" he repeated. "I think I like it. You never know. It might come in handy to have a few executed contracts in your portfolio."
"But it would sure put a dent in that big allowance of yours. AND ... you still have to convince the train owners that you are good for it," John finished his joke with a chuckle.
I could sense that Catherine was proud of my idea but she curious as to why.
"I'll explain why in a minute, but let me ask a few more questions first," I said.
"Catherine, what are your plans for the next few weeks?"
"I've been debating what to do. I guess a lot depends on the board meeting, and the date of your emancipation; as well as how the Russians respond," Catherine replied without answering the question.
But I wasn't going to let her off that easy.
"Okay. But ... assuming that things work out over the next seventy two hours, the way we are currently forecasting, with the information we have. What do YOU want to do?" I pressed the question.
She thought for a moment.
"Because I've been gone so long, since the night of the accident ... with only a couple of quick trips back home since then. I've got a lot to do at Seven Oaks. With Liz needing a place to stay, now would be a very good time to be there. We haven't been home, together, in many years."
I smiled as I sensed her happiness with the idea.
"But, someone has got to get you enrolled in school next week, and meet with the architects," she added.
Okay. I'll get to that in a minute. First let me repeat back what I heard you say. The emancipation will not take effect until June twenty-second at the earliest. Therefore, nothing can happen officially at the board meeting tomorrow. Correct?" I asked.
"Well, yes and no," John explained. "Technically, as soon as the court rules in your favor, the instruments of the will can be executed, and the estate can be probated. At that time, you will inherit the majority of the shares along with the power to act. In the most extreme case, you could disband the board once the probate of the will is complete."
"Shares?" I asked.
"The estate is set up with you inheriting fifty-five of the one hundred shares in the company. Your grandmother owns twenty-five shares. Your father owned five shares that will now be split between you and Nicky. Sarah, Debbie, Wally, Harrison, and Greg's sister Nancy all own two and one-half shares each. I understand Vivian will get her mother's shares when she dies," John explained.
"Michael, I want you to know that I'm leaving my shares to Nicky, when I pass on. That's not to slight you, but to make sure that she is always taken care of," Catherine said.
"I understand and I think that's great," I told her. "But, if I added correctly, that's only ninety-seven and one-half shares. Who has the other two and one-half shares?" I asked.
Nobody said anything. John and Catherine looked at each other.
Finally, John said, "We don't know. Greg kept that information sealed. We're hoping we'll find out when the will is finally read, and the sealed documents pass into your possession."
"So what's the purpose of this board meeting if not to approve of me?" I asked.
"There are two reasons, Michael," Catherine said. "First, you need the board to continue running the company. Unless, you are ready to give up everything to spend all your time running it. Second, you don't want the board to contest the will. They may not win, but they could tie up, you and the company, in a drawn out legal battle. So when I said board approval, it was to approve this method of managing the company," Catherine explained.
"So they need me, at least as much as I need them?" I asked Catherine.
"For the interim. Eventually, they expect you to replace them," Catherine said.
"But why?" I asked.
"Because new management always brings change, as Greg used to say," Catherine replied.
I sit there evaluating everything they had told me. I still couldn't see anything that would change my immediate plans.
Beth brought my breakfast. Scrambled eggs with bacon and toast. Simple, but it tasted great.
"What are you planning, Michael?" Catherine asked.
"One last question, then I'll explain," I said. "Uh ... when do I get my allowance?"
John snorted with laughter again and Sarah joined him. Catherine just smiled as she turned to Beth who was standing in the aisle next to the kitchen.
"Beth would you go to my room and bring me my purse?" she asked.
John continued to cackle and Sarah was grinning as we waited. Beth was soon back with Catherine's purse. Reaching inside, Catherine pulled out an old fashioned money clip with a bundle of folded bills in it, handing it to me.
"The clip was your grandfather's," she said by way of explanation. "I'll get your credit cards when we get to the office."
I grinned as I said, "Thanks!"
It looked like mostly hundreds, but I'd count it later. I continued my train of thought.
"Okay. Here's my idea. The princesses may never get the opportunity to see much of the world after they return to Tapato. So I'd like to give them the chance to see as much as we can in the time we have. I'd like to lease the railcars to take Vickie, Mikeya, and Ileana on a little vacation next week. I have to be in Houston for the general, next Friday night, through Sunday. I thought about stopping in Washington, DC, and New Orleans, on the way. Then, I thought I could take the train out west, to visit a few National Parks, before finally heading back to Twin Springs late in the week to get Sandy. Then we'll go on to pick up Rose and Eve, before heading back to Townsend," I explained.
"It sounds like you've thought this out," Catherine said.
"I've tried to. From a security point of view, it would be the best option. With Penny and Anna traveling with us, the only thing we might consider is asking Kip to stay on for another three or four weeks to cook and help with security," I suggested. I could see Catherine liked that part of my idea.
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Straight SexThursday, August 5, 1971 “The fact that you say there is coral present, may be a good thing. That’s because the kind of coral you described usually doesn’t grow below fifteen to twenty meters. That fact shrinks our search area significantly,” Captain Tab explained. We were in the chart room, immediately behind the pilot house, going over his map of the area. I pointed out the starting point and told him that I expected it to be within twenty statute miles. That was my best guess as to the...
Tuesday, June 22, 1971 "Oh, goody! You're back," Rose purred. She was just sitting up in the berth, stretching her arms sleekly above her head as she leveled her gaze on me. "You are coming back to bed, I hope?" asked the nude Aphrodite longingly. At that moment, my idea of getting any more sleep just evaporated like the early morning fog as I stared at the young beauty with the extraordinarily sexy eyes. For a sixteen year old vixen that had never been with a boy before last weekend,...
Chapter Thirty-Three – Seeing Double Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mmff, exhib, hp, grope, inc, magic, mc, spank, voy It had been a very troubling and trying week for Hermione and Ginny; after losing the Spellbook of Desires and getting into a near dual with Hermione, Ginny refused to say a word to one of her best friends. Both girls gave each other the cold...
Chapter Twenty-Six – Ron’s Happy Birthday Part One – Morning Wood Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, cream pie, grope, hp, inc, magic, spank, unif The Second Task of the Triwizard Cup had gone exceedingly well for Harry Potter; not only did he manage to score extremely well; he was able to take advantage of three very attractive and unconscious girls. ...
Chapter Ten – Redemption Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mmf, hp, magic, spank, voy The first week of Hogwarts had been a very interesting one; the Spellbook of Desires had passed through several peoples hands. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, and Draco Malfoy had all had their time with the book, but for the last month, Malfoy had been in firm control of...
Chapter Four – Slumber Party Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mmff, mmf, ncon, cream pie, hp, grope, magic, orgy, preg Harry was furious; he’d lost the Spellbook of Desires. He had looked everywhere, and he knew now that someone had stolen the book. Because the Weasley household was so large at the moment, it would be impossible to interrogate the entire...
Monday, May 16, 2011 – The Second Time Gradually, I returned from my memories. I found myself staring out the window of my office on the forty-second floor of the Penn-Central Building. There were snowflakes drifting through the lights of the surrounding buildings. Below, most of the lights on Madison Square Garden were dark. Colloquially known as The Garden, Madison Square Garden is a multi-purpose indoor arena situated on top of Pennsylvania Station. Opened on February 11, 1968, it is...
Tuesday, June 15, 1971 If this was Tuesday, it must be Albuquerque. The sun was shining and it looked like another hot day, but at over 5,000 feet in elevation, it was nowhere near as muggy as Houston had been. The ATSF yard was bustling with activity all around us. I felt like we were on an island in the midst of a choppy sea as I scanned for any signs of danger. Everything was clear. The Dining Car was empty so I started the coffee brewing in the galley as I rummaged around for something...
The Lodge was a single story with the main floor elevated several feet off the ground. As we climbed the steps to the large covered porch, I noticed an assortment of chairs and rockers stacked there, along with a pair of porch swings, all waiting to be installed. The main doors opened to a huge room with walls angling up at least three stories high to a point, like an inverted vee. On the left was a massive stone fireplace. It was so big Jenny and Julie could stand up in it. There were doors...
Friday, June 25, 1971 It was almost nine-thirty when we finally made it to Seven Oaks. Wilson let us out at the side portico, before heading to the garage to park the limousine. It looked like there was a meeting going on as everyone seemed to be gathered around the dining room table. There was. Apparently, they were all discussing today's shopping expedition. And from the looks of the packages lying on and around the table, it looked like it was going to be a long meeting. However, before...
In the 70s there was a normal bookshop in London, on the edge of Soho, maybe Tottenham Court Road or Charing Cross Road, and going past I noticed a sign saying ‘adult books’ and an arrow pointing downstairs. Of course I went in, and you had to walk the length of the shop, in your dirty mac, to get to the stairs leading down to the dirty bookshop. Once there though I had the joy many times of acquiring armfuls of mags to add to my huge collection. There’s always a few of us in there, pervs in...
I was sitting on the deck, with my legs spread, holding the injured woman's head in my lap. Kip had also been resting, leaning back on his hands as he rested. So neither of us could reach our weapons quickly enough to defend ourselves. I debated for only a millisecond before searching out what Anna had thought was their motor cortex and tweaking it slightly. The female trooper immediately dropped her sword, collapsing to the deck beside me. "It must have been the adrenalin," I thought as...
We could hear the music from the Pavilion as we approached. It looked like they had a good turnout, as most of the ranch guests seemed to have shown up for the dance. There were quite a few older couples dancing, but the girls were all in a bunch at one end. However, Nicky and Grace were not with them. I scanned and located them still in Nicky's room back at the Lodge. I went to where the girls were seated and bowed. "May I have this dance?" I asked the group. "Who are you asking?"...
It was late and I was in a hurry. And I had no training on finding needles in haystacks. Maybe the general's people might be able to find it, but I wasn't going to in the time I had left and I had already wasted five minutes trying. "If I could just get my hands on Sam Dewey for thirty seconds, I could find out everything I want," I decided. And while all indications were that he was in the house, I still couldn't sense anything but feminine signatures. However, I could tell from the...
Friday, June 4, 1971 The small bulkhead light was still on when I opened my eyes. I found myself wondering what time it was, but I caught myself before raising my bare left wrist to look. "Damn, I still need to do something about getting me a watch!" I thought to myself. "I'll try to find you one when we get somewhere I can shop. What kind of watch would you like?" Vickie thought back. "You're awake?" I asked out loud. "Uh huh. I've just been laying here watching you sleep. Did...
Note: This is not your usual Lush story. It is an experimental play in a theater of the absurd style. There is no sex but it is an entertaining comment on marriage. I encourage you to indulge in something different. I think it will make you laugh and maybe cry. Scene: A formal living room. Mortimer is seated on a sofa in the center of the room when Myrtle enters and sits on the sofa next to him. She is wearing a blue floral dress and a pearl necklace, her gray hair is tied in a bun. Mortimer is...
Chapter Twenty-Five – The Second Task Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mffg, f-best, ncon, rape, x-gang, cream pie, grope, magic, oral, orgy, pedo, spank, unif It was the twenty-third of February and Harry Potter was in deep shit; his inability to find a solution to the Second Task’s predicament had caused him great concern. Both Hermione and Ron had been...
Chapter Nineteen – The Yule Ball Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, mmff, cream pie, exhib, hp, magic, mc, spank, voy The party following the completion of the First Task was a very successful and enjoyable one, especially for Harry, who was fortunate enough to fuck two of the hottest Gryffindor House girls after the party had ended. Lavender Brown and...
Chapter Fifteen – Hogwarts Champion Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, mf, exhib, hand, grope, spank, unif, voy The selection process for the Triwizard Cup had begun the night before, after the arrival of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. Any student over the age of eighteen and wanting to try their hand at being selected as Hogwarts Champion had only...
Chapter Fourteen – Test Subjects Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mg, mf, ncon, cream pie, hp, first, grope, magic, morph, preg, spank, unif The adult version of the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes had been deemed a complete success after Ron thanked Fred and George several times for the small bottle of Hot Sauce they had given him to test out. Ron had used it wisely,...
Chapter Thirteen – Hogwarts Pimp Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, mf, Mf, ncon, x-mast, cream pie, grope, magic, mc, preg, spank, unif, The Triwizard Cup feast had gone off without any problems; Ron had used a wondrous little potion to seduce the beautiful Fleur Delacour, and Harry had finally picked up the trail of his missing Spellbook of Desires. Even...
Chapter Eleven - The Owlery Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, cream pie, hp, grope, magic, preg, spank, unif The Spellbook of Desires was now in the safe confines of the Weasley twins’ room, locked in Fred’s trunk and sealed magically to prevent anyone from taking it from them. The only problem was Malfoy had copied down several useful spells before the twins...
May 4, 2000, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania “How were things in Durham and Boston?” John asked when Stephanie and I walked into the Pittsburgh office late on Thursday morning. “Good,” I replied. “I’m still concerned about the ‘Lone Wolves’ in Boston, New York, Philadelphia, and Baltimore, but they all seem reasonably happy.” “We’re doing our best to make sure they feel like part of the team. Everything is set for dinner at 5:00pm. You and I will duck out at 7:00pm, which gives us just enough...
Tuesday, June 8, 1971 "Michael?" Penny called from the open door. "Yeah..." I mumbled. "Time to get up," she said. "What time is it?" I asked without opening my eyes. "It's time to get going. They just said to wake you and tell you to get dressed," Penny said. It took me a moment to remember why I was this tired. I had fallen asleep in my clothes, last night, only to be awakened by a pair of sex-starved Polynesian Princesses. "Aw-w-w ... I'm sorry. Did we wake the sleeping...
The annual Peoples’ Science Fiction Convention was upon the people of New City, Pennsylvania, and by the thousands the citizens made their way to the historic Pavilion Palace – many dressed in various garbs of their favorite fantasy Sci-Fi creatures. Also, many college students who enjoyed the genre journeyed from nearby schools – Amerdale Univ., Overland College, and even as far east as Haverlawn and Arcadia Universities – to see the latest collectibles and catch sneak peeks at upcoming genre...
Sunday, June 20, 1971 I was alone. That in itself was unusual considering how my life had changed in the five weeks since I awoke from killing myself. I was still lying in Ileana's berth, in the Guest Wing of the train. The first thing I noticed was the quiet. Too quiet. I scanned and found that the only other person on the train was Karla. I lifted my left wrist to look at the time. "Damn! I hate not having my watch!" I thought to myself. "Good morning, sleepy head!" Vickie giggled....