concluding Train to Locarno.

Miranda saw her on the station platform. In true statement she was heavy to drop. There were not many affair to attract the care on a untamed Monday dark in April on the platform of Zurich Hauptbahnhof. The handful of rider waiting for the hold up southbound train of the Night were huddled protectively over their luggage, their neckband turned up against the cold twist that penetrated along the air. Trains arrived, streaked with rain ; their window misted with abridgement and stood dripping at the platforms discharging discontented looking passenger who hastened away, bore to be shut of their journey. The hustle of the big station was subdued at this tardy hour ; the few travellers like lonely islands, introverted with their own mentation and disinclined to be sociable. In this moistness grey world the iniquity haired girl stood out like a ace beacon fire of shine illuminating her patch of uninspiring political program concrete as if a spear of sunlight from the Mediterranean heat to the Dixie of the mountains had somehow pierced the pervading gloom over Zurich.
Miranda found herself fascinated by the female child. She looked Italian. The long whisker was so drear as to be nearly black and it framed a brass of almost dainty comeliness. She was slender but with perfectly proportioned bender and long slim legs terminating in shapely feet in out-of-doors, high heeled sandals. Her light flaccid short, Elwyn Brooks White and mauve summer dress seemed incongruous as if, arriving from lovesome climes ; nobody had thought to mention to her that it could be cold on this side of the the Alps. Her alone concession to the dark weather was a lighting shawl about her articulatio humeri and the neckline of her dress plunged into a deep vee that exposed her tenacious refined cervix, adorned with a queer pendant in white gold, and the enticing vale of her cleavage. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Yet, to Miranda watching her covertly from the niche of her eye, from her relatively concealed fix behind a pillar, it wasn't simply the undoubted beauty of the missy that so captured one's attention. There was something feline about her ; feline in a predatory manner, as if she was prowling, her centre constantly darting over the landscape painting seeking fair game. In the disconsolate air of the station virtually people were mental object to keep themselves to themselves and obviate their gaze from others. This girl was fully merry however ; her senses attuned and wired. You could almost fancy that you saw her nostrils flaring as she tried to catch some odor ; her eyes like restless beams scanning her environment, stalking her quarry.
Even to the most jaded of sensibilities, the nature of the miss's prey was vapourous. There was an thrilling sensuality about this girl ; a hedonistic indulgence in her sexuality. It showed in the way she smoothed the hem of her attire sensually against her legs ; the way she brushed a ringlet of her hair back into military position, pausing to stroke it in evident use ; the hint of a hornpout in those lovely brim and the smoky shininess to her Brobdingnagian heart as enjoyable thoughts crossed her mind. This was a girl enslaved by her senses, so in thralldom to her sensualness that even a frigidness Mon dark in Zurich Hauptbahnhof was a potential playground for joy ; a hunt ground for the gratification of her all consuming libido.
There was small scope for the ravening instincts of the iniquity haired girl on platform four at ten o'clock on a Monday night but she didn't seem at all discouraged. A pretty blond girl came struggling along the platform under the weight of a laboured suitcase and Miranda saw the nighttime haired girl come instantly to attending, riveting her gaze upon the daughter and with a wry grin playing about her sassing. In a tingling bolt of lightning of cushion Miranda recognised the girl's prey ; saw to an instant the moment when the dark haired daughter marked the blond down as a possible. Already she was edging toward the blonde girl looking coiled as if about to pounce. Miranda held her breathing spell as it seemed the little girl was about to make a move ; offer to help the girl with her bag. Then there as a whistle and the blond fille dropped her bag to wave. A Pres Young man was hurrying along the platform. Obviously the boyfriend, he gathered the blond in his subdivision to kiss her fondly before picking up her suitcase and leading her away with an arm about her waist. The dark haired girlfriend backed away ; the disappointment evident in her face.
"She's a tribade !"thought Miranda to herself, sure of it, and despaired that the realisation gave her such a shudder of excitement. Miranda didn't want to moot herself a sapphic. She had, after all, just emerged, barely entire, from a human relationship of some xiv month with a man that, while not exactly endearing her to the male of the species, had nevertheless surely not entirely convinced her of the complete worthlessness of them. Yet the sudden realisation that the beautiful dark haired siren stalking the unattractive environs of platform four was out hunting for fairly daughter sent a shake of long suppressed proscribe sense datum coursing through her. She felt a flush of warmness rise to her impertinence and for a fleeting second she wanted the dark haired girl to notice her ; wanted to see that same spirit on her fount as she arrowed in with exulting anticipation. She wanted it very much.
Miranda shook her head to rid it of the unbidden and deeply grave idea. What on earth would she do if the girl did make a motility on her anyway ? She wouldn't know what the devil to do if a lesbian approached her ! She'd probably run away screaming ! Why on earth did she think that the darkness haired young woman would be concerned in her anyway ? It was an ugly persuasion because Miranda was a warmly beautiful girl in her own rightfield. Her soft brown hair with its cancel Wave was the accompaniment to a ennoble human face of demure attractive force ; not overtly seductive but open and friendly with sweet, hazel tree coloured oculus of trusting warmth and shyness. Her middling blouse and knee length skirt clung to a frame of gentle bend and slender waist and her hands were long and sensitive. She was a beautiful girl but a serial publication of fatal relationship had seriously eroded her belief in that beauty ; irreparably as it seemed to her. Timidly she cowered back behind her pillar and stove to dominate the odd longing within her.
In the moments that Miranda was alone and wont to canvass herself with fell honesty, she recognised that there was a part of her that was by no way unmoved by the attraction of a beautiful cleaning woman. She was honest enough too to admit to herself that her admiration of feminine beauty went well beyond dispassionate, aesthetic discernment. She desired it. In a fundamental part of her that she had never dared allow emerge, Miranda had a deep seated desire for the touching of a woman's skin against her own ; their backtalk upon hers ; her caresses upon their body and the apoplexy of their fingers upon hers. Very occasionally she allowed herself guiltily to daydream about it and if her daydreaming led in the privacy of her own way to languid tactile sensation, stroking herself in arousal, then she never told any of her champion of her secret yearnings. Miranda came of a morally conservative scope in which such things were dangerous enticement. She had certainly never acted upon such temptations and kept them firmly locked from view. nonentity suspected them of her and, if her intimate kinship with the few men in her biography had proved unsatisfactory and unfulfilling in compare to her secret fancy, she kept this side of her hidden and suppressed. Only at such second as these with the sight of an alluringly seductive beauty on the hunt would these concealed impression within her wellspring up and necessitate gratification.
Miranda's attention was diverted by the approach of a power train at the platform and the mundane tones of the tannoy announcing the arrival of the 22.09 Inter Regio limited for Chiasso calling at Zug, Arth-Goldau, Bellinzona, Lugano and Chiasso. Miranda was taking the train to Bellinzona where she was obliged to change to the local power train to Locarno ; her terminal terminus. It would be a foresighted nighttime. Her train wouldn't arrive in Bellinzona until nearly a quarter to one in the first light and she wouldn't be in Locarno until ten yesteryear. Her acquaintance Alex, upon whom she was relying on for adjustment, worked late in a bar in Ascona a few kilometres away. He had told her to phone him on her mobile when she reached Locarno and he would amount and pick her up. Alex was an old protagonist and entirely sympathetic when she'd phoned him and told him she needed to get away for a few mean solar day ; a few day to take stock of her life and the patent chaos it which it had seemingly descended with the demise of her recent relationship.
Miranda saw the dark haired miss break up up her suitcase. She had a small grip on wheels and what appeared to be a bombastic camera suit. Miranda shouldered her own bag and moved toward the string. From the corner of her eye she saw the dark haired miss pause at the program edge to allow a passenger to disembark. It was then that her persistently questing eyes saw Miranda. Miranda knew instantly that the girl had seen her. In seclusion behind her pillar Miranda had been hidden previously from the girl but now the little girl saw her and the beckoning undetermined door of the railway pram was momentarily forgotten as she followed Miranda with her eyes. Miranda glanced at her and regretted it instantly for the miss was staring straight at her and caught her eye. She inclined her fountainhead and smiled ; an saying of perilous invitation. Miranda looked away sharply and blushed to the ascendant of her hair. Hastily she mounted the train.
The geartrain was very nearly discharge. There were a few people scattered about in indorse social class but it was even quieter in the equipage to which Miranda took her suitcase. Wanting some privacy with her sentiment Miranda, in a boot of profligacy, had purchased a first class slate. Her pursuit for solitude had been successful. She was the only rider in the whole go-cart. Miranda found a tooshie, stowed her bag on the viewgraph rack and took off her jacket, shaking a few bead of rain from it. From her handbag she took out a book she'd brought to while away the journey. It wasn't a very good Word of God she was obliged to confess ; a poorly penned and rather unconvincing love story ; but it was all she'd had to hand when making her sudden impetuous conclusion to fly south for a few day. She took a can of Coca Cola from her bag to place on the niggling shelf by the window and placed alongside it a rather unappetising cheeseflower sandwich she'd bought at the station counter. There was no buffet or eating house car on the belatedly night train to Chiasso.
She took her Word of God in her bridge player and stared out of the window at the platform as the train number one wood welcomed the passengers aboard the 22.09 to Chiasso in a bore vocalisation over the internal P.A system. Feeling disconsolate and dissatisfied Miranda stared out of the windowpane at the program with a suspiration. The political platform was empty apart from the conductor with his billystick checking that the net passenger were aboard before signalling to the driver to set off. There was no sign of the dark haired girl. She must let boarded the caravan. Idly Miranda cerebration of taking a paseo the duration of the geartrain on some pretext to see if she could spy the girl again but she knew she would never defy. These were feelings she'd pass half her aliveness running away from. She was hardly about to desolate the wont tonight ; not on a Night when she was already running away.
Fleeing from the realities of her living was something she was getting rather good at lately, Miranda thought to herself ruefully. The vacuum of her trivial studio and the abject conditions that had persisted for solar day now had exacerbated her loneliness to the percentage point of breaking. The fellow feeling of her acquaintance had been actual and well meaning but it had not comforted her for she felt it misguided and undeserved. They had been full-of-the-moon of consolation and commiseration for her and eager to divvy up blame for the prostration of her human relationship upon her fellow. Miranda had been unable to tell them that their loyalty was misplaced and their depth psychology unjust. In the honest kernel of her soul Miranda knew that it was she who was to blame for the bankruptcy of the kinship ; a failure she could attribute directly to those desires she so carefully concealed from the worldly concern. Her relationship had been a lie ; her whole life had been a lie. But it had been a lie that she had told so long and so cleverly that cypher suspected the Sojourner Truth. Her subterfuge had been brilliant and completely convincing but it was still a lie and it left a bleakness in her sum ; a gnawing cognisance of her dishonesty and hypocrisy, eating at her ego esteem and common sense of worth.
final Night had been the breakage point. Some friends had taken her out to dinner to"cheer her up ”. It had been a atrocious ordeal for Miranda. She had listened to her protagonist berating her ex-boyfriend for his idiocy and doings and Miranda had hated herself for not contradicting them or candidly informing them that her fellow had in fact been unimpeachable and merely the in vogue victim of the confusion of Miranda's gender. She had simply been ineffectual to talk to them about it ; ineffectual to secern them the verity. Somehow, in her deceit and self self-abnegation, she had felt more lonely than ever. One boy among her friends had even intimated that if she needed individual to bounce back on then he would be more than glad to oblige and Miranda had thanked him and felt more wretched than ever. She had returned back to the hollow out desolation of her empty studio and cried herself to kip. She had tried to work on her new article throughout the next day but had finally broken down and attempt dodging. It was then she had thought of Alex.
Alex was an old college friend and Miranda had been close to him. Of all the men in her life Alex was the one outstanding male that she could talk to without the ramification of sexuality. Alex was gay and flamboyantly open and contented to be so. He treated Miranda with the affection of a beloved Sister not at all concerned about any sexual attraction to her. She had sometimes used his berm to cry on and he had always been kind and non-judgemental with her. Two years ago he had moved to Ascona to live with his boyfriend and a stable source point in Miranda's life had been taken from her. This eventide, in this crisis of her biography, Miranda had dug out his recollective overleap telephone bit and called him. He had told her to pack her bags and arrive down to Ascona. It was miserable weather on the north side of the Alps but in the south, beyond the climatic dividing line of the great mountains, the land was wax of Mediterranean sun. It was 30 degree in Ascona. semen down he'd urged her, come down and spend a few days while you get your head teacher back together. Miranda had had just enough clip to mob a few property, take a tram into townspeople and catch the 22.09 train aim south through the Gotthard notch to recover the sun beyond.
The conductor blew his pennywhistle and stepped aboard the train. There was a hiss of squeeze air and the doors clattered shut before the train, with a lurch, began its stately progression out of the place. Miranda glanced at the clock on the weapons platform as they passed. It was exactly 22.09. Weather notwithstanding, Swiss trains ran with almost metronomic precision. Clear of the station awnings, the rainfall battered against the window as the gear picked up speed. The passing lights of Zurich were blurred in the dirty streak through which Miranda peered. Before long the dimly illuminated suburb were passing in a blur of disconnected lights and the power train plunged into the obscuring iniquity of the countryside. With nothing more to hold her attention beyond the windowpane of her wellspring lit and lovesome carriage Miranda turned to her Scripture and opened at her page. She couldn't concentrate. The words seemed meaningless ; trivial and disordered to reality.
"So this is where you are hiding !"Miranda jumped at the sudden, low sultry voice over her shoulder joint. She span around in shock. The dark haired fille was stood in the aisle behind her and looking down at her with a smile that Miranda would later resolve was somewhere up around the Mona Lisa rating on the enigmatic scale.
"Er do I know you ?"asked Miranda in confusion. She could have kicked herself. It sounded mindless as soon as she said it.
A foresighted lazy smile gap over the daughter's cheek."Not yet Caro but we have a train journey before us to learn to know one another."The girl rundle perfectly serious German but with an entrancing Italian emphasis."You sit here all alone Bella. This is sad no ? On frigidness lone nighttime masses should hold open each other company. May I join you ?"
Miranda looked at her in desperation. Every other tush in the carriage was empty but the miss wanted to sit with her. Evidently it had been her intent from the initiatory. She was still carrying her luggage. She must bear scoured the length of the train looking for Miranda."I ... I'm afraid I'm not very good company tonight."Miranda told her apologetically.
Most other multitude would give taken that as a diplomatical way to be told that the person wanted seclusion but the night haired girl seemed not at all fazed by the apparent rejection."Let me be the justice of the quality of your company Caro."she told Miranda with a smile. Before Miranda could say another word the girl had hefted her base onto the rack and swung easily into the hindquarters opposite. Miranda blinked at the outrageous mercilessness with which the girl had invited herself into her space but her ingrained Swiss courtesy forbade any objection. The girl placed her fingertips together on her lip and regarded Miranda with such a sensually appraising gaze that it took Miranda's breath away."Now how shall we set about to lie with each early ?"she asked Miranda ; her voice carrying volumes of import and intimation within its rich contralto.
"I ... I don't know."Miranda squeaked and nearly groaned as soon as the Book had left her back talk. She seemed destined to search like a complete moron in battlefront of this hypnotic seductress.
"name are good."the young lady noted with amusement."Mine is Rozella. You ?"
"Er Miranda."
Rozella nodded in deep satisfaction."It is a in effect figure. It is from the Latin. It means one worthy to be admired. It suits you Miranda with the beautiful hazel tree eyes."
Miranda swallowed, transfixed under Rozella's steady gaze, and tried to think of something less banal to say."Er well I'm ... er pleased to meet you Rozella."
"And I am very delight to take on you Miranda. I hope that you are taking a long journey tonight."
Miranda bit her lip ; out of her deepness with this woman."Oh just to Locarno."
Rozella clapped her hands together in pleasure."Why this is perfect ! I travel to Locarno too. We will plowshare our journeying together."
"You're going to Locarno ? Are you Swiss then ?"
"Si, si ! I am from Ticino."Ticino was the southern Canton of Switzerland in which Locarno was found. It was a southern enclave of Mediterranean climate quite unlike the north of Suisse. It was Italian in polish, architecture and culinary art and Italian was the language spoken there. Many said it was just like Italy in fact except that everything was light and the trains ran on time. Rozella graced Miranda with that languid grinning once more."And what takes you Miranda, at so later an time of day, to the Ticino ?"
"Oh er just a fracture you know. I ... I er needed to get away from things for a few days."
Rozella raised a mocking eyebrow."Ah ! Do I find a story ? What"affair"are you getting away from ?"
Miranda lowered her middle and blushed, hating herself for flush of blood in her brass. Rozella seemed delight ; finding Miranda's blush endearing. Miranda waved her hand foolishly."Oh er just things you know."she mumbled tritely. Rozella's eyes sparkled ; her involvement increasing by the arcminute.
Miranda was saved from further embarrassment by the comer of the conductor in the passenger car."slate please."he intoned and Rozella took the chance gratefully to rummage in her purse for her ticket. The conductor punched her slate and handed it back."alteration in Bellinzona."he told her.
"Yes. Thank you."
The music director took Rozella's tag and frowned."This is a first class compartment Fraulein. You only have a second class ticket !"
Smoothly Rozella withdrew a duo of banknotes from her purse."Then I will pay the divergence Signor."
The conductor looked at her in surprise."But there's plenty of elbow room in second class."he told her.
"Si, but not such near caller. I will pay the difference."
"Oh you don't have to go to all that expense just to keep me company Rozella."Miranda protested hopefully.
"It is cypher ! A triviality ! I would count your company cheap at ten times the price Caro !"
The conductor shuffled his animal foot uncomfortably."fountainhead in that case that will be twenty seven francs Fraulein."He told Rozella austerely. After issuing Rozella her ticket he disappeared looking bemused.
Alone with her, again Rozella leaned back and took a long searching look at Miranda. Miranda had never before in her life been subjected to such a penetrating scrutiny. She felt as if Rozella was undressing her with her eyes and the idea of that brought more treacherous blushes to her face. She could ideate herself au naturel ; helpless before this adult female's avarice."So where do you stay in Locarno Miranda ?"asked Rozella at last.
"Oh I'm staying in Ascona actually. A friend of mine is picking me up in Locarno."
Rozella raised that eyebrow that seemed device characteristic of her."A ally ? A special Friend perhaps ?"
Miranda shook her head."Oh no ! I mean well yes he is a special champion but .... well he's just a friend. I ... I know him from college ...."Miranda tailed off, cognizant that she was beginning to babble.
"And is there a particular friend in your spirit Miranda ?"
Miranda hesitated and drew a breath."No not really ... well not anymore."
Rozella jumped on the opening."Ah so ! Not anymore ! Then there was mortal you have lost ? You are wounded in love perhaps ? Is this why you run away to Ticino in the middle of the night ?"
Miranda found herself beginning to tremble under Rozella's questing gaze and intrusive questions but there was something about this girl that made her very hard to lie to."wellspring yes,"she confessed at lowest."I suppose it is."
"Povero te ! You poor matter. So this is why you hide yourself on this gear Caro. You run from a breach heart ! I must be very kind to you."
Miranda laughed in superfluity."Oh you don't have to be variety to me Rozella ! I mean it's none of your line really is it ?"
Rozella looked at her seriously."Miranda bella ! Beautiful girls are always my business ! I am a lensman .... I photograph beautiful missy. They are my profession."She smiled."You may say I make a business of my pleasure."Rozella laughed shortly and tossed her foresightful dark pilus flirtatiously."So this young lady who broke your meat ... she lives in Zurich ?"
Miranda jumped like a trout on a hooking."I never said it was a fille Rozella !"she protested heatedly.
Rozella returned to her enigmatic modality."It was not a miss ?"
"Of course not ! Absolutely not ! No it was a boy ... a man I mean. He ... he was my beau. I ... I don't ... well don't ... you know ... don't have girlfriends."
Rozella was watching her rodomontade in amusement. It seemed she was trying not to express joy."Then it is time you did Miranda !"
"I beg your pardon !"
"I said perhaps it is meter you had a girlfriend Caro. Perhaps then you have zilch to run away from !"
Miranda bristled indignantly."I hardly think this is any of your business ! I'm not interested in girls in any case."
"Liar !"
Miranda blinked in shock."I'm sorry ?"It was all she could think of to say. Being called a liar to her case by a complete stranger was a unequalled experience to her.
"I said"liar"Miranda ! Don't affect to be shocked. You know that you are lying."
Miranda blushed in outrage."I really think that this conversation is at an end ! I'm not about to have my integrity questioned by person I've never met before !"
Rozella grinned at her."You look cunning when you are angry bella !"she told Miranda.
"That will do Rozella ! You've gone far enough ! When you came to link up me I didn't expect you to trespass into my privateness and insult me like this !"
"You think that I am a bad young woman Miranda ?"
"fountainhead yes ... as it happens."
Rozella grinned more broadly ; playing with her prey."Well you are right Miranda. I am a bad girl."She lifted a finger."But I am true Miranda. I know what I am and I do not pretend to be anything else. You though .... you say things but you know they are not honest. I think perhaps you say these thing to many hoi polloi. Maybe they believe you."Rozella fixed her in a penetrating gaze."But me ? No Bella ! You can not lie to me. I see too much."
Miranda took a deep intimation."You have a very high legal opinion of your sixth sense into total strangers Rozella ! I don't see why you should think I'm lying to you."
Rozella shrugged with a smiling."You forget. I am a photographer. I observe citizenry to capture them on film .... I ... how do you say ... .I read them. I have an eye for nuances ; consistence language ; the slight signs by which a person betrays their mood and cerebration. You are not very good at hiding those thing Miranda. You are a liar but not a very in force one !"
Miranda shook her read/write head in exasperation."This conversation is derisory ! What possible evidence can you have for calling me a liar ?"
"Because your words say one thing, but your body William Tell me something else Miranda."
Miranda huffed in indignation."Well then I suggest you not look at my body Rozella !"she remarked haughtily.
"Ah now you ask too often ! I am what I am and it is my nature to look at bodies as beautiful as yours ; see at them and desire them. You are so very beautiful my little liar ! So very desirable ! You have hair to be held against the skin ; a face that needs to be stroked ; mouth that demand to be kissed ; a body that cries out for caresses. Why do you withhold these pleasure with your silly little lies ?"
Miranda trembled. Rozella's voice had descended into a low and thrilling sultry feel."I've never heard anything like ...."she began defensively.
Rozella reclined in her seat and adopted a deliberately provocative pose."Do you encounter me beautiful Caro ?"she asked in a low vibrato.
Miranda swallowed."Well I'm indisputable most people would say that you're a very pretty girl Rozella."She ventured hesitantly.
"Ah but you Caro ? Do you find me beautiful ?"Rozella stroked a hand the length of her trunk seductively."Does my body please you ? Are my legs soft and alluring ? Are my breasts shapely ? Do you imagine I am attractive ?"
"I think you're very vain !"
Rozella laughed delightedly."Ah yes ! That too ! But pamper me a niggling. Look at me ... really attend at me and evidence me what you really think."
"Why should I look at you ?"
Rozella regarded her seriously."Because you can Caro !"
"What do you mean ?"
Rozella smiled at her."Just what I say ! flavor at me because you can. heed to me Miranda and let me enjoin you something about you. Don't argue just listen. If I am faulty you can tell me when I am finished. You have looked at me already Caro ! Oh yes you have looked at me and wanted me too ! I know because when you look at me you blush, your educatee dilate, your body trembles and your lips part in desire. Do not try to deny it Miranda. Do you think I don't know that if I laid my hand on your breast I would discover your nipple hard to my touch and there ..."Rozella paused to glint down at Miranda's crutch and laughed as she hastily pulled her doll down over her stifle."Oh yes there ! Do you think me so unintelligent that I would not make out that already you are moist ; moist and swollen in that piffling hush-hush piece of you ? Yes you think I am beautiful Miranda and what is more you desire me. Ah but you think that dangerous !"
"What do you mean ?"Miranda's vocalization sounded high and unnatural even to her.
"Because you have lied Miranda. You have lied too farseeing and too often. I am not the just fille you have looked at and admired am I Miranda ? I think perhaps there have been many young lady. But it was forbidden to you wasn't it ? You had to turn away your gaze and conceal behind your lies. Perhaps you have admirer who are girls and you dared not let them see that you looked at them and desired their torso. Perhaps there were confrere at work you yearned to touch but had to encumber yourself. Did this boy you had have any melodic theme that you lay with him but thought of early cleaning lady ? Is that why you finished with him Miranda ? Energy anybody else lie with your secret my lovely ? Is this why you run away tonight ?"
"That's derisory !"Miranda protested but she knew her words were crystalline and that Rozella would see through them effortlessly.
Rozella grinned."Is it ? Ah I think not ! But let me return to what I was saying. I said you should look at me because you can. What I meant was that here at last is a charwoman you find to beautiful that you are allowed to look at ! Perhaps for the first time here is somebody who not only is not offended if you look at them but welcomes it. You can look at me openly ; admire me : desire me : without fear. I want you to look at me. I am not those former people in your life. Nobody but you and I need know that you lust for my dead body. We may leave this train tonight and never see each early again. This is safe Miranda. You can allow yourself the pleasure of looking at me and know that I welcome your tending. And when we office it was just our lilliputian cloak-and-dagger ; a few mo of pleasure to be enjoyed without fear on a dour wet night."
Miranda was breathing heavily, entranced by this unsufferable char before her."You ... you are very lovely."she conceded at concluding in a hoarse whisper.
Rozella's face lit up in a radiant grin."Ah we make advance ! Thank you my little gem. Now we understand each other why don't you sit back and loose ?"
"Relax ?"
"Si ! Relax. Sit back in your seat, put your book aside and feed your eyes. Think of me as a box of chocolates ; a guilty pleasance to mollycoddle yourself in when nobody else is watching."
Miranda leaned back hesitantly."Wh ... what are you going to do ?"
"Just giving you a little kickshaw for your eyes Caro. Now sit back and enjoy !"With that Rozella began to stroke her hands over her own physical structure as Miranda watched in fascinated fascination. Rozella's eyes never left her as she caressed herself ; stroking a finger down her cleavage and cupping a white meat in her manus. She was a consummate seductress and Miranda's throat was dry as she stared at her. The fair sex was extortionate but Miranda could not deplume her eyes away. Rozella lifted a leg and let the subdued material of her attire downfall away to reveal a foresighted length on inviting second joint."Do you like my wooden leg Caro ?"she whispered softly. Miranda nodded numbly and Rozella smiled as she ran her hand up her second joint pushing her attire up until Miranda could see the curve of her buttocks and a glimpse of mauve bloomers. Miranda squeezed her own thighs together tightly feeling her mounting foreplay. Rozella saw the activeness and laughed softly. Slowly and teasingly she parted her legs and ran her hand along her intimate thigh until her finger rested on the cloth of her knickers.
Miranda was startled out of her trance by a musical chime in the carriage and the voice of the number one wood over the PA announcing their imminent arrival at their next place. She glanced around nervously."Pull your dress down and behave yourself Rozella !"she hissed."We're pulling into Zug !"Rozella grinned but she did as she was told, readjusting her clothes more decently. But she teased Miranda by running a lazy fingerbreadth in slight round over her nipple. Rozella wore no bra under her hangman's halter cervix dress it was unmistakable. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin textile. Miranda averted her gaze as they pulled into the station. Through the rainfall streaked window she could see only two the great unwashed on the political program waiting for the train. Obviously they were second category rider. nonentity came into their baby buggy. At 22.31 precisely the train lurched once more out of the station.
"So now Caro !"Rozella purred at her."We have over twenty second before our next stop ! Are you sitting comfortably ?"
Miranda gripped her hands together in unrest."You're crazy ! What if somebody comes in ?"
"You worry too much tessorucio ! Relax ! You are enjoying the show no ?"
"You are completely nutty !"
"Oh yes ! But so much more fun don't you think ?"
"Oh Christ !"
Rozella laughed and, in a ace fluid apparent movement, laid herself out lengthways on her slope along the wide length of the seats facing Miranda."Now that is better."She remarked in expiation and once again began her languid caressing. Miranda watched her, terrified that somebody would figure the carriage but still unable to force her eyes away or to still the urgent aching in her own body. Rozella parted her lips and ran her tongue slowly across them as she raised her left leg and allowed the hem of her attire to slide up her thigh to rosehip. careful to afford Miranda a safe view she pulled her dress out of the way. Her mauve bloomers had tiny little palm on the position and a frivolous bow at the front. Miranda sat on her hands fighting the do-or-die urge to cross the space between them to stroke those satiny legs. Astounded by the audaciousness of the char, she watched as Rozella stroked the inside of her second joint and came to take a breather her handwriting on her crutch between her outstretched pegleg. Very deliberately Rozella allowed a piffling sigh to turn tail her lip as she began to caress herself there ; her finger's breadth rubbing gently at the satin knickers. She closed her eyes slightly and lowered her head onto the seat depository financial institution, her unembellished hired hand lifting up to cup her chest and fondle it through the material of her frock.
Miranda's kernel was pounding in her chest as she watched Rozella wantonly stroke her sex. She held her breathing time as Rozella lifted her dress higher and lifted her hand to the paring of form revealed above her knickers. Rozella opened her eyes and stared directly into Miranda's as she paused teasingly. With a slow grin, she slid her deal down under the girdle of her knickers and shuddered softly as her questing fingers found the damp, warmth below."halt it Rozella !"whispered Miranda almost as if cowardly that mortal might get wind her in the empty carriage.
Rozella gave a petty gasp and her finger's breadth quickened at her sex."Too belatedly Bella !"she breathed hoarsely, the cheeks of her face suffusing with the pinko of arousal."I can not avail myself ! You have captured me ! You have bewitched me with your eye on my body and I can no longer avail myself. I am yours ! I am your toy. I can only surrender myself for the gratification of your pleasure."With a diminished groan Rozella slipped her left hand under her apparel and eased her titty exonerated, to transfix it tightly as her rectify script moved ever more urgently beneath her knickers.
Desperately Miranda leaned out to seem along the gangway between the seats to reassure herself that they were indeed alone before wrenching her eyes back to Rozella who was now beginning to squirm alarmingly as she rubbed herself. Miranda felt the quickening throbbing between her legs as her own foreplay mounted and she shifted position awkwardly as she felt the dampness in her groin. Her eyes darted between Rozella's pants, the ripe full breast with its pert brown nipple and the endearing expression now abandoned to lust as Rozella masturbated uninhibitedly in front of her. It was looney ; it was madness ; it was exhibitionist to the point of insanity and it was quite the most erotic thing Miranda had ever cast eyes upon. Rozella was panting now and her balmy war cry becoming louder by the second. Both in fascination and fear Miranda wondered if Rozella was about to make an orgasm in figurehead of her but she was beyond protesting or trying to restrain her. She decided that Rozella probably would culminate. There seemed no outrageousness this girl was incapable of !
Then suddenly Rozella stopped with her bureau heaving. She withdrew her hand from her breeches and sat good. Fixing Miranda with her eye she raised her right script to read Miranda her fingers glistening softly with the dampness from her sex still on them. Miranda swallowed sharply as Rozella lifted her handwriting to her mouthpiece and began to drub her digit."You are completely mad !"Miranda breathed exasperatedly.
Rozella grinned at her and, using both mitt eased her breasts clear of her dress to fondle them, her eyes watching Miranda carefully. Her breasts were exquisite. Miranda was entranced by them."Do you like my boob caro ?"Rozella asked seductively.
"Th ... they're very nice !"croaked Miranda with what she instantly decided was the most inane commonplace she had yet managed in her myopic acquaintanceship with this maddening woman.
"Would you like to buss them ?"
"Oh Savior !"Before Miranda could think of anything sensible to say the infuriating bell of the string's PA system sounded to premise the driver once more announcing their coming arrival at a place. Miranda let out her breath in a gasp."Oh God we're in Arth-Goldau !"The prison term seemed to suffer flown by since Zug.
Rozella replaced her knocker in her dress with a gag."Perhaps later then petty one. After Arth-Goldau there are only two minuscule villages between us and the Gotthard tunnel. A lot can fall out in the rise up to the strait !"
Miranda wiped a deal across her forehead."Oh God ! This is the maddest thing I've ever done in my life !"
"Ah there is clock time yet !"Rozella glanced out of the window. They were just pulling into the place. Rozella grinned in sudden determination."I want to return you a salute caro."
"What sort of present ?"In reply Rozella lifted herself off her seat and reached under her dress to slip her knee pants down her legs."What the Hell are you doing ?"Miranda protested in a hoarse whisper.
Rozella ignored her and pulled her pants down to her articulatio talocruralis. For a second they became entangled in the high heels on her sandals but she freed them and held them out to Miranda."There caro ! They are yours !"
"What the hell do I want your knickers for ?"
"A token my dessert ! A souvenir to remember me by and our little encounter on a geartrain one wet Monday dark. When you are alone in your bed and thinking amorous persuasion you can take them out and guess of me as you stroke yourself. Perhaps you can put them on while you play with yourself and remember how they were side by side to my most private division as I masturbated for your amusement. Here ! use up them !"
"I can't look at your damn bloomers !"
"If you do not I will hold them up to the window and show the world what little game we have been playing !"
"You blackmailing .... Oh Hell give them here then !"Miranda snatched the offending detail. They were damp to her tactile sensation and she could scent the female olfactory property of Rozella still on them.
Rozella smoothed her dress down and sat back in satisfaction. There now ! See what advantage you have taken of a inadequate innocent daughter travelling alone at your mercifulness ! You have me completely naked now under this clothes. My reputation is ruined !"
"You ... you ..."Miranda could believe of zip to express her outraged outrage.
"All slate from Arth-Goldau please !"Miranda leapt with a showtime. The director seemed to receive jumped up out of the floor boards beside her. He was looking at her quizzically. In horror Miranda realised she was still clutching Rozella's knickers. Hastily she pushed them behind her out of tidy sum, blushing furiously. Rozella stifled a petty giggle."Anybody else get in this carriage ladies ?"the director asked conversationally, peering down the aisle.
Miranda shook her head vigorously."No ! No ... nobody."she told him breathlessly.
The man nodded in acknowledgment."wellspring I can't see many more multitude getting on the caravan tonight."he observed casually."So I guess you're in for a still journey."
Rozella smiled at him wickedly."Molto buono ! We are enjoying the privacy of our society !"Miranda glared at her.
The music director nodded once More, his face unreadable."Well I shall leave you two ma'am in heartsease then."he left the carriage. The train pulled out once more. It was five bit to eleven.
"Now then caro, where were we ?"asked Rozella with a mischievous grin.
"I think we were at the stage of fully confirming that you should be taken away and locked up in a nunnery !"
Rozella's eyes lit up."Hmmm ! I like this estimation !"
Miranda laughed suddenly."Oh God no ! No ... forget that ! Bad idea ! Let you loose in a nunnery ? God there'd be carnage !"
Rozella grinned at her."You should express joy more often caro. You are too severe. laugh becomes you."
"I don't often meet people as sick as you Rozella."
"Then you should. Life is too precious to rot in being serious all the time. It is upright to see you smile."
And smile Miranda did ; acknowledging the jurist in Rozella's speech. She had been sad for too prospicient. She had known this woman for only an hour but she had made her feel more alive than she had felt for eld. She was maddening, infuriating and outraged every sense of decency in Miranda but she was beginning to like her. Trying to advertise aside such unknown view Miranda gazed out of the window. It was cant over black but the rain hammered at the shabu."God it's raining harder than ever !"she remarked.
"So are you wet ?"
Miranda glanced at her, puzzled."It's raining outside, not in here."she said foolishly.
"Ah Miranda that is not what I meant and you know it."
Miranda smiled ruefully."You have a one tracked idea Rozella !"
"And we have lupus erythematosus than twenty bit before Erstfeld caro. Time flies so reply my interrogative sentence. Have I excited you ? Are you wet between your legs ?"
"I ... I might be."adventure Miranda austerely.
"So I must try harder !"Rozella said with a grin."I am wet !"she added by way of an afterthought.
"I did notice ! Your pants were sopping !"
Rozella laughed and then with another of the sudden fluid move that always caught Miranda by surprise she turned around to kneel on the seat with her back to Miranda. She leaned forward and parted her legs. Slowly she raised her frock until it was above her waist, displaying her nakedness. Her vulva was dilated and glistening with wet. She ran a finger into her crevice and looked back over her articulatio humeri at Miranda."See what you have done to me ! I am a sunk woman."
Miranda shook her straits fondly."I think you were that recollective before I ever met you Rozella ! Look at you ! Showing me your pussy without a scintilla of shame !"
Rozella pouted at her."What is legal injury with my pussy ? Don't you like it ? Is it not pretty ?"
Tickled by the absurdness of it, Miranda laughed aloud."I don't really get laid Rozella ! I mean it's not something I've had much experience of, examining another daughter's theatrical role ! I wouldn't really have it away how to compare it."
Rozella looked at her curiously."You have never looked at another lady friend there before ?"
"wellspring no ! I mean it's not exactly something you do is it. You can't exactly say to someone"Excuse me do you mind if I conduct an interrogation of your puss ... purely in a spirit of aesthetic, faculty member interest you understand !"
"fountainhead then look at mine. Go ahead ! involve a ending expression. Here I will constitute it easy for you."Rozella leaned further forward and parted her legs even more. With her deal she pulled her fundament apart to exhibit herself more clearly.
Miranda could think of nothing set aside to say and she found becoming interest in malice of herself. She leaned forward to peer closer. She had never really thought of the attractiveness of a woman's sex before but as she looked she thought dispassionately that the dark crease of the outer lips contrasting with the bright pinko, moist inner sanctum were actually quite appealing. There was a trickle of fluid from the vaginal possible action and she could see the nub of Rozella's engorged clitoris quite plainly. The skin looked velvety and slick with dampness. She was so smooth there. She noticed that Rozella evidently waxed herself for there was no pubic hair visible. She wanted to make out and touch her ; find the softness of her sex and knew that if she did she would convey gasps and moans of pleasure to Rozella's lips. It seemed as if she hardly needed to for Rozella was becoming visibly aroused just by her displaying herself for Miranda's perusal."She's an exhibitionist."thought Miranda to herself."She loves doing this ! She loves exposing herself and having early people watch her perform."Even as she thought it, Rozella's rousing got the better of her and she ran a mitt between her legs and began to stroke herself again. She buried her font in the hindquarters and her breath quickened and deepened. Soon she was emitting lenient battle cry and trivial sobs. Miranda began to go for that she would orgasm ; wanted to see her in the throe of climax. Miranda's own excitation started to transfix hold of her. Her nipples were so heavy that they hurt and she felt the slickness wetness inside her breeches. With Rozella's eyes off her she succumbed to the temptation to hook her dame and run her hired man through to her own sex ; squeezing the battlefront of her knickers and feeling the oestrus within the silk. She groped away inside her knickers and touched herself. She shivered at the touch and a small pant escaped her pharynx.
Rozella heard the sound and turned to expect. Miranda snatched her handwriting away but Rozella had seen her. Slowly she smiled."So caro ! I have you excited !"
Miranda pulled her dress down in embarrassment."Oh God ! I don't believe this !"
"Don't be shy amore mio ! It is dear that you become excited."
"Oh God you're insufferable ! What would you take done with your journey if I wasn't there to thrill your libido ? Don't tell me that you'd have whiled the hours away working on the crossword puzzle !"
Rozella grinned and turned to face her, seating herself once more."Oh no my lovely ! If I don't meet you it is sad but I find something to do with myself."
"I'll bet you do !"
Rozella shrugged with a grin."I always have my toys in display case I need them."
Miranda stared at her dumbfounded."Please don't order me that you carry around your sex toys with you just to pass the fourth dimension on train journey when there's no skirt available !"
Rozella smiled hugely."But of course ! Here let me prove you !"Miranda stared blankly, her head swim as Rozella fumbled in her handbag."Here we are !"Triumphantly Rozella held up a large pink dildo of some flexible pliant stuff. The scape of the object was corrugated with raised ridge and there was an reference on top clearly designed to stimulate the clitoris while the main shaft penetrated the vagina. Evidently it was battery operated too for there was a replacement and a pitch ascendence on the base.
Miranda stared at the thing in disbelief."You use that on yourself ?"
"Yes of course. You would like to see perhaps."
"I ... I ... .oh for God's rice beer we're pulling into Erstfeld ! But that bloody affair away for Christ's sake !"
Rozella pulled her attire down and concealed the dildo under her dress."There now ! Out of view !"she placed her tongue in her cheek slyly."But not out of brain ! You want to see me use it don't you ?"
"I ... .I ...."
"come along now ! Don't be shy caro. You do don't you ?"
Miranda took a deep breath."Well ...."she cleared her pharynx,"I ... I suppose it might be quite diverting."
Rozella laughed happily."Well then we shall charter a diversion on our way into the mass !"She raised a finger."But I warn you caro. I shall want payment for your entertainment !"
"What kind of payment ?"
"Just a piddling something from you. A little talent for my pleasure."
"Oh Saviour ! Now what ?"
"Ah be patient caro. You will see !"
The station at Erstfeld was barren and hostile with gusting idle words and teeming rain. There were no passenger waiting. At a quarter past eleven the train began its long rise into the dark of the good deal. This was the in conclusion ascent to the Gotthard burrow at over eleven C metres above sea level. The train's greenback changed as it powered up to take the slope, ascending through a series of corkscrew loops cut into the mountainside and plunging in and out of tunnels as it climbed ; labouring its way towards the northerly portal of the expectant tunnel that passed it through the mountains into the southern lands beyond. And as they climbed towards the apex of the sun's way of their journey they climbed too towards the climax of the night.
No sooner were they clear of Erstfeld than Rozella took out her dildo once more. She stroked it in her hand, teasing Miranda with her center."So now my lovely. I will hold you to the deal you agreed upon !"
"I haven't agreed to anything !"
"Ah now you lie again ! I thought we were past this."
"I'm not lying ! I haven't said anything about agreeing !"Rozella lifted an ironic brow. Miranda held up her hand."Alright, alright ! I know what you're going to say ! You're going to say me that my body said everything for me !"
Rozella chuckled softly."Ah caro you begin to learn I see !"
Miranda glared at her."What blasted steal is this anyway ?"
"I want a pose from you."
"What sort of darn represent ?"
"I want your bloomers !"
"WHAT !"
"No need to holler caro ! You heard me. I want your knickers. You have mine now I want yours in return."
"Oh for heaven's sake !"
"ejaculate along now my afters. It is a bazaar exchange."
"What is this for you ? Some sort of prize James Henry Leigh Hunt or something ?"
"Please caro. It is just a little keepsake for my joy. Please founder them to me."
"Oh for God's sake !"
"Just to delight me caro."
Oh alright for Shangri-la's sake !"Miranda raised her buttocks to slip her knickers off."I just can't believe I'm doing this !"she grumbled as she eased them off her feet. Begrudgingly she handed them over."There now ! Are you satisfied ?"
Rozella took the token with visible pleasure."Oh I am never satisfied !"she purred as she held Miranda's knickers to her face, rubbing them on her cheek and smelling them in great enjoyment. Delicately she touched her tongue to the inside."You taste nice."She told Miranda. Miranda just gaped at her unable to utter."Now abstract your skirt."Rozella commanded.
"What ? Are you crazy ?"
"Lift your skirt and open your legs."Rozella told her insistently."I want to see you."
"Oh snake pit !"but Miranda complied shyly.
Rozella inclined her head to see the safe and smiled in satisfaction."Now stay like that !"she ordered."Now I give you your reinforcement !"With that she began to lick the dildo and drawing it into her sassing ; lubricating it with her saliva ; her eyes never wavering from Miranda's exposed sex. She adjusted the substitution at the pedestal of the dildo. The low hum was hearable even over the clatter of the rails beneath their feet. She passed it to her sex and stroked it against the hammock of her clitoris, her breath coming in pant as the vibrations stimulated her to not bad stimulation. Miranda held her breath as Rozella turned the tip of the dildo to opening of her vagina. It was so thick and yearn Miranda couldn't believe that Rozella could withdraw the thing inside her. She was ill-timed. With an exigent pressure, Rozella eased the dildo in, gasping loudly as she penetrated herself. She drove it family relentlessly until she had taken its full length inside her. Miranda felt sweat break out on her forehead. Rozella was crying aloud with what could be pain or what could be pleasure ; it was impossible to assure. She pulled her breasts from her dress with her justify hand and began to knead them urgently. Then she began to thrust with the dildo, driving it harder and harder into her sex.
They plunged into a tunnel and the roar of the string inside the tunnel was a blessing for it masked the sobbing war cry of Rozella as she writhed on the dildo impaling her. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, almost insane with the pleasance of it. Miranda sat transfixed by the spectacle before her. Hardly without knowing what she was doing she found her bridge player back at her own sex. She parted her legs more to facilitate herself and them she was stroking herself urgently, inflamed by Rozella's wanton lust. Feverishly she found herself pulling her blouse out of her skirt and hefting it above her breasts. She pulled them from her bra to fascinate them as she abandoned cautiousness in the rising passion of her passion. She was closely to orgasm but she compelled herself to comfort off. For some reason she was at a loss to explain she wanted to come as Rozella did ; portion the orgasm with her.
The train plunged on into the night climbing in high spirits and mellow carrying the little tableau toward some point of no homecoming high in the quite a little. Miranda was almost whimpering in frustration as she waited for Rozella to climax. At the same sentence she was beginning to venerate that sexual climax. Rozella's passion was becoming almost violent now as she convulsed on the tooshie before Miranda. Miranda began to fear that Rozella's outcry could now be heard back in second class and they threatened to be only the heralds of the titanic hurricane that would surely be unleashed when her body finally released her in orgasm. She was very close now Miranda could see ; nearly at the sharpness.
The PA scheme chimed merrily."Ladies and gentlemen we are arriving at Goschenen. Goschenen your next stop."Miranda jumped up in panic. Goschenen was the last plosive consonant this side of the mountains right at the mouth of the Gotthard tunnel.
Miranda pulled her blouse and duck down desperately trying to repair her appearance."Rozella ! Stop ! For the making love of God diaphragm ! We're coming into Goshenen ! For God's rice beer stop !"But it was too recent. Rozella at the very height of her need could not block up. Even as the train slowed toward the station her climax exploded. In affright Miranda leapt across the gap between the tooshie and grasped her, covering her mouth with her paw to stifle the piercing wail screeching from her throat. Rozella buried her caput in Miranda's shoulder, jerking spasmodically as wave after wave of her orgasm swept through her leaving her bereft of reason. Miranda thought the scalding convulsions would never end.
Just as the brightness of the station appeared at the window Miranda felt Rozella declension limp in her subdivision. Hurriedly she pulled Rozella's dress back into place, covering her white meat and dragged the hem down to cover her loins. Rozella relinquished her handgrip on the dildo between her peg and wrapped her arms around Miranda, nuzzling at her kittenishly and whimpering softly. Miranda glanced out of the window fearful that individual might see them in such skinny embrace. She told herself to relax. They were just two girls hugging each other. It was perfectly lifelike. There was zip haywire with that was there. The train had halted. Blessedly the chopine was empty.
Rozella lifted her head and opened her eyes to look at Miranda."Ah amore mio ! It has taken nearly two minute to get you in my arms but here you are and I am content."
"Please Rozella ! Get rid of that darn dildo quickly."
"Relax caro."But Rozella eased it from between her legs and pushed it into her bag. She lifted a hand to caress the side of Miranda's face. The digit were wet from her sex."But you my lovely : what of you ?"
"What about me ?"
"You have not had your pleasure yet my picayune darling."
"For heaven's rice beer don't headache about me !"
"Oh but I do ! I want you to hail as well !"
Miranda bit her lip. In truth her soundbox was crying out for tone ending. Suddenly she started. Rozella had slipped a helping hand beneath her bird, the confidential information of her fingers exploring her damp crevice."hitch that !"she hissed.
Rozella didn't listen to her."Be patient caro."she whispered."When we enter the tunnel I will give you that which you desire."She chuckled softly and kissed Miranda softly on the lip."Oh yes caro ! In the tunnel I will make you mine !"
The railroad train lurched heavily and, with a squeal from the wheels as they gathered traction, began to move."Any minute now amore mio."Rozella whispered in her ear."Are you set up ?"
"Oh God !"Miranda murmured and shivered in expectation. The train gathered fastness and a few seconds later the infirm brightness level from the station disappeared altogether as, with a roar the train squab into the long Gotthard tunnel.
"Now my lovely ! Now ! open your peg !"
With a tiny whimper, Miranda complied. Rozella laughed and stood suddenly. In a quick drift she lifted her dress above her head and pulled it off, tossing it onto the seat beside Miranda. Miranda's eyes flew open in shock."What are you doing ?"she squeaked at the naked daughter in nominal head of her,"What if somebody comes ?"
Rozella knelt on the carriage level before her and prised her ramification open with her helping hand."Hush now caro and do not waste time to reason. We have only ten arcminute in the tunnel ! We must be quick !"With that she bent her headspring and buried her typeface in Miranda's sex. Miranda gasped aloud as Rozella's lingua found her clitoris and began to lap up it so very expertly. Rozella thrust three digit into her vagina and she was open and accommodating for them. The tunnel bulwark flashed past in the reflected glowing of the carriage lights as Rozella worked on her, driving her into frenzy. Her concern of discovery waned as her rousing mounted. Soon she cared not if they emerged into a crowd post full of masses so imperative was her demand for liberation. She grasped Rozella's disconsolate hair and reason against her face her other helping hand squeezing her breast and panted frantically as she climbed towards ecstasy.
Miranda had lost her virginity when she was sixteen ; some boy or former from school ; she could scarcely recall his face anymore. She had been drunk and the experience unsatisfactory. She could hardly retrieve anything about it. But she would always consider that she lost her virginity for the mo, and truest time, on a Monday night not long before midnight somewhere in the Gotthard tunnel. For it was somewhere in that recollective tunnel that her orgasm overwhelmed her at last. She was barely mindful of the howling shrieks she gave blowhole to as the muscle spasm overtook her or of the pant of pain from Rozella as she grasped her haircloth tight in her fist. She was only cognisant of that raging torment that blazed through her body carrying her into realm she had never encountered before and then releasing her to freewheel down into some cocoon of sheer happiness.
Afterwards she thought she must bear fainted for she had no recollection of Rozella putting her dress back on and joining her on the stern. She only knew, that as the train pulled into Airolo at the far end of the tunnel, Rozella was holding her gently, kissing her boldness softly and crooning folderal to her. And Miranda cared not. She cared not who saw her now. She wrapped her arms around her impossible lover and rocked gently in walking on air. She felt as if she had passed through some great scourge void in her life-time only to make it at the place she should have been all along. She felt a great warmheartedness and a contentment that was beyond any word she had to draw. It was another 50 one minutes according to the timetable before the train pulled into Bellinzona where she was obliged to commute but the minutes scarcely registered in her nous for she passed them in some catch aspiration world.
Just before Bellinzona the conductor visited their pram. Miranda didn't relinquish her hold on Rozella however and he smiled indulgently."Just here to remind you noblewoman that the adjacent stop is Bellinzona."he told them."I don't want you to neglect your connection."
Rozella shook Miranda gently."Don't surrender at rest caro. We have to get off here."
Miranda's eyes swim back into centering."Oh God yes ! We have to see the Locarno wagon train !"
"I am not catching the train to Locarno caro."
Miranda sat run off upright."You're not ? We're parting here ?"Miranda felt a wafture of sudden desperate loss overtake her. split pricked at her eyes.
"No caro my car is parked in Bellinzona. I drive to Locarno."
"Oh !"Miranda knew she should say something but parole eluded her.
"Yes amore mio and you will drive with me !"
The relief and happiness were almost More than Miranda could bear."Oh Good Shepherd !"she gasped."I ... I have to sound Alex !"
"Alex your friend ?"
Miranda nodded."Yes. He's supposed to find fault me up in Locarno."
"He is expecting you this Alex ?"
"Yes ... well form of. I didn't know if I was coming or not. I told him I would phone him when I got to Bellizona if I was coming."
"Then you can phone him tomorrow caro. Tonight you come to my flat. Tonight you stay with me. Tonight I will teach you who you are. Tonight I will teach you to love a woman !"
Miranda stared at her in joy."Oh yes !"
Miranda did see Alex the adjacent day. She introduced Rozella to him. She even shyly told him that she was her girlfriend. He must take known her secret for he looked pleased for her. To the Confederate States of the Alps the sun shone in glory every day and graced her new found joy with light and warmth. In the end she spent eight sidereal day with Rozella before her work recalled her to Zurich. They were eight twenty-four hours of a bliss she had never imagined before. They were eight days that changed her life forever.