what variety or nature sir."
This is a new sympathetic behaviour I have not noticed before on trains. I think, place the tennis ball back in his court.
"I'd appreciate your suggestion in the matter."
"Sir, you might try a derobe, popular with our evening travellers."
"I beg your pardon, waiter."
"Sir, derobe-"
"I most certainly will not."
"Sir, it happens to be the name of the drink if you don't mind."
"In that case make it double strength."
Must close eyes. Relax. Fold the hands. Wearing red underwear the mere suggestion of undress is frightening. I can't even cross my legs with abandon for fear the garter gives and die red shank shows. For a late train of travellers there seems to be a note of merriment. Can't see down to the end but the laughter could almost be described as obvious. Even sounds like somewhat pushy laughter I've heard before. For once I feel I'm not being watched. Train moving too fast for a telescope to focus. And from the shadows looks like a rather sympathetic bunch of people. Tall with mouthfulls of even teeth with which they smash ice cubes at will. Ah, waiter. I see a cherry goes with the derobe. And a mint leaf. Hopeless to shield one's privates. However looks good floating in this tea tinted specialty.
"Pardon me waiter, how did this rather fascinating name come about."
"Simple. Woman comes in one evening. Says she wants something really new that no one has ever had before so Franz concocts this. She sits down drinks it, and next we're looking at her stark naked, we almost had to stop the train. So derobe."
"How refreshing."
"Took five attendants from the loony to hold her down. Lucky we were near the State Hospital at the time."
"You don't say."
"And mister, yours is double. But I think she was crazy before she drank it."
"Comforting. Thanks for the folklore."
"Anytime."
George put his lips to the edge of the glass. Sweet but soft. Just touch the cherry with the tongue. Nice little cherry. Can never remember no matter how long I mix in circles whether to take the mixer out of the cocktail. Don't like dripping on the table or poking out my eye. What's this standing in front of me.
"Hey don't leave your mixer in the glass."
"Sally, I megn Miss Tomson."
"Sally, why not."
"Sit down, Miss Tomson."
"I only just got up to go to the ladies. The rocking of the train makes me want to go. See you on the way back. What are you doing on this train. You don't have to answer that, see you on the way back."
Wham in just a flash she has me intimidated. What a time for her to pee. God let us get off at the same stop together. No God, let me rephrase that. Just let us continue on this train before reaching any stops. I want time. Must be some surreptitious way I could sneak on the brakes. Or even a slight derailment in open country where Miss Tomson and I must trudge through underbrush looking for a farmhouse. But there is none and we've got to make the best of my coat for both of us, trying our level best to conserve body heat by proximity. Passing a river now. My God, there's the cemetery. Thought we had passed it already must have been dreaming. Great white houses of the dead, lonely in there at night. How's my plot. Engineers say some difficulty with the foundations and a reappraisal of costing is necessary. Whoosh. Up goes the price to box me. Never let Miss Tomson see those letters. Get the impression I was deeming demise. Suppose it's foolish of me, but I sometimes feel things are too complicated for me to die. feel things are too complicated
"Hey anyway, Mr. Smith -"
"Miss Tomson will you join me for a drink."
"Can't. I'm with people."
"Just one, Miss Tomson."
"Can't get over it, isn't it rich, you right in here all the time and I didn't see you. No I really can't."
"You didn't collect your last pay check."
"Forget it, Mr. Smith. Hey you're derobing."
"Won't you join me ha ha, Miss Tomson."
"Ha ha, Smithy, since you put it like that, sure. Always willing to take off my clothes.
This is a new sympathetic behaviour I have not noticed before on trains. I think, place the tennis ball back in his court.
"I'd appreciate your suggestion in the matter."
"Sir, you might try a derobe, popular with our evening travellers."
"I beg your pardon, waiter."
"Sir, derobe-"
"I most certainly will not."
"Sir, it happens to be the name of the drink if you don't mind."
"In that case make it double strength."
Must close eyes. Relax. Fold the hands. Wearing red underwear the mere suggestion of undress is frightening. I can't even cross my legs with abandon for fear the garter gives and die red shank shows. For a late train of travellers there seems to be a note of merriment. Can't see down to the end but the laughter could almost be described as obvious. Even sounds like somewhat pushy laughter I've heard before. For once I feel I'm not being watched. Train moving too fast for a telescope to focus. And from the shadows looks like a rather sympathetic bunch of people. Tall with mouthfulls of even teeth with which they smash ice cubes at will. Ah, waiter. I see a cherry goes with the derobe. And a mint leaf. Hopeless to shield one's privates. However looks good floating in this tea tinted specialty.
"Pardon me waiter, how did this rather fascinating name come about."
"Simple. Woman comes in one evening. Says she wants something really new that no one has ever had before so Franz concocts this. She sits down drinks it, and next we're looking at her stark naked, we almost had to stop the train. So derobe."
"How refreshing."
"Took five attendants from the loony to hold her down. Lucky we were near the State Hospital at the time."
"You don't say."
"And mister, yours is double. But I think she was crazy before she drank it."
"Comforting. Thanks for the folklore."
"Anytime."
George put his lips to the edge of the glass. Sweet but soft. Just touch the cherry with the tongue. Nice little cherry. Can never remember no matter how long I mix in circles whether to take the mixer out of the cocktail. Don't like dripping on the table or poking out my eye. What's this standing in front of me.
"Hey don't leave your mixer in the glass."
"Sally, I megn Miss Tomson."
"Sally, why not."
"Sit down, Miss Tomson."
"I only just got up to go to the ladies. The rocking of the train makes me want to go. See you on the way back. What are you doing on this train. You don't have to answer that, see you on the way back."
Wham in just a flash she has me intimidated. What a time for her to pee. God let us get off at the same stop together. No God, let me rephrase that. Just let us continue on this train before reaching any stops. I want time. Must be some surreptitious way I could sneak on the brakes. Or even a slight derailment in open country where Miss Tomson and I must trudge through underbrush looking for a farmhouse. But there is none and we've got to make the best of my coat for both of us, trying our level best to conserve body heat by proximity. Passing a river now. My God, there's the cemetery. Thought we had passed it already must have been dreaming. Great white houses of the dead, lonely in there at night. How's my plot. Engineers say some difficulty with the foundations and a reappraisal of costing is necessary. Whoosh. Up goes the price to box me. Never let Miss Tomson see those letters. Get the impression I was deeming demise. Suppose it's foolish of me, but I sometimes feel things are too complicated for me to die. feel things are too complicated
"Hey anyway, Mr. Smith -"
"Miss Tomson will you join me for a drink."
"Can't. I'm with people."
"Just one, Miss Tomson."
"Can't get over it, isn't it rich, you right in here all the time and I didn't see you. No I really can't."
"You didn't collect your last pay check."
"Forget it, Mr. Smith. Hey you're derobing."
"Won't you join me ha ha, Miss Tomson."
"Ha ha, Smithy, since you put it like that, sure. Always willing to take off my clothes.
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