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Mark loved this part of the dance. Carrie’s wit parried delightfully against his verbal thrusts. He liked that she really was bright and lovely – after all, there wasn’t much challenge going after someone who would just as easily lay down for some dropout gas jockey. The thrill, when all was said and done, was not just getting your rocks off, but exploring the outer edges of that sexual envelope with someone who had as much between her ears as she did between her legs. Mark let his hand drop to Carrie’s knee, the gesture unaffected and real. “You don’t get boys outside naked this view on the ride east,” he said. “It’s dark and light at different times. The sunsets on the return trip boys outside naked are ten times prettier, and of course you get to watch the night sky well away from the cities.” “Kind of hard to see the stars from the train though,” remarked Carrie, tilting her head, questioning Mark. “You boys outside naked haven’t been to the observation car then? You’re kidding.” Carrie looked puzzled. “I didn’t know about an observation car. I guess I really didn’t think about it before.” “There’s one on this train, about half a dozen cars up, I think. The roof is all clear glass, and the seats are higher up than boys outside naked they are in a regular car, so you can see above the other train cars. Really, Carrie, it isn’t a train trip out of the Rockies unless you’ve watched all the stars across the Cariboo.” His hand not only drifted to her leg once more, but this time energetically squeezed it. Such soft, pliable flesh. It was all he could do to keep his hand from reaching around to grab her plump ass. Patience, patience. All in due course.

Carrie smiled demurely and paused to enjoy the feeling of her heart thumping in her chest. His hand felt good, there. “I’d hate to say I didn’t get my money’s worth,” she laughed. “I suppose I’ll have to go take a gander at some point tonight when it gets dark.” “You definitely have to. I promise you won’t ever forget the experience.” The train moved through the mountains and high valleys in the east of the province, plunging into tunnels and out again under the waning daylight, until finally when it emerged from one tunnel it boys outside naked was as dark outside as it had been inside. The forested hillsides were only decipherable from the endless cloak of night sky by their lack of stars. So far from the lights of any city, the sky glittered with silvery-white pinpricks, suggesting a world of blinding light behind the dark velvet boys outside naked blackness. The gibbous moon huddled suspiciously over one ridge boys outside naked, like a nosy old woman peeking out from behind the curtains at her neighbours. Carrie and Mark sat much more closely now, sharing smiles and chocolate. When Mark’s hand moved to Carrie’s thigh, she placed her hand on top of his, as if unsure, stopping the boys outside naked ascent. She didn’t move him off her leg, though. “What a clear night,” sighed Carrie, pointing out the window. “I see the Big Dipper there. And there’s that giant W – somebody told me once what that was but I forget.” “You haven’t read all your classics, then. That’s Cassiopeia, the Queen of Ethiopia. Doomed forever boys outside naked to be chained to her chair in the heavens.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Carrie’s sideway glance was skeptical. “Does the idea of being tied down bother you? Or excite you? Yeah, that must be it.” He nodded cheekily, testing her. “Yeah, right,” Carrie sniffed sarcastically. “Every woman has a rape fantasy, and we all want to be tied up.” She stuck her boys outside naked tongue out at him. “Then maybe this would be a good time for us to find the observation car. We can see the rest of the constellations and I’ll be boys outside naked able to tell you how Cassiopeia got into such a – helpless – position.” Helpless, my ass, thought Carrie. What the hell. Let’s boys outside naked see how much fun we can have. They moved out of their seats and up the narrow aisle of the car, passing through to the next one, and the next. The metal platforms between each carriage shifted laterally beneath their feet as they walked from car to car. Mark opened the door at the end of one car and let Carrie pass through onto the grated bridge. As she reached for the door handle to the next compartment, the metal floor shifted slightly, but suddenly boys outside naked, and she fought for her footing. Mark caught her arm and spun her body towards his, as the rushing wind outside the accordion-like walls roared in their ears. Carrie’s long dark lashes framed the wide whites of her eyes as she felt her body being pulled close. One hand tightened on her wrist while the other pressed into the small of her back, holding her firmly against his pelvis. The growing hardness boys outside naked against her soft boys outside naked stomach was unmistakable.