Last railroad train to Locarno.

Miranda saw her on the station weapons platform. In truth she was laborious to neglect. There were not many thing to draw the aid on a uncivilised Mon nighttime in April on the platform of Zurich Hauptbahnhof. The fistful of passengers waiting for the lowest southbound train of the night were huddled protectively over their baggage, their collars turned up against the cold wind that penetrated along the lines. Trains arrived, streaked with rain ; their windows misted with condensation and stood dripping at the platforms discharging discontented looking rider who hastened away, tidal bore to be shut of their journeying. The sting of the big station was subdued at this latterly hour ; the few travellers like lonely islands, introverted with their own thinking and disinclined to be sociable. In this damp Grey world the dark haired girl stood out like a 1 radio beacon of radiance illuminating her patch of uninspiring platform concrete as if a shaft of sunlight from the Mediterranean warmness to the Dixieland of the mess had somehow pierced the pervading gloom over Zurich.
Miranda found herself fascinated by the miss. She looked Italian. The farsighted whisker was so dark as to be nearly Shirley Temple Black and it framed a aspect of almost keen loveliness. She was slender but with perfectly proportioned curve and long slim legs terminating in shapely understructure in open, heights heeled sandals. Her dismount voiced unawares, white and mauve summertime dress seemed incongruous as if, arriving from strong climes ; nobody had thought to mention to her that it could be cold on this side of the Alps. Her just concession to the dismal weather was a light shawl about her shoulder and the neckline of her frock plunged into a thick vee that exposed her long refined neck, adorned with a curious pendant in Andrew D. White gold, and the enticing valley of her segmentation. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Yet, to Miranda watching her covertly from the corner of her eye, from her relatively conceal locating behind a pillar, it wasn't simply the undoubted beauty of the female child that so captured one's attention. There was something feline about her ; feline in a predatory personal manner, as if she was prowling, her eyes constantly darting over the landscape seeking prey. In the grim atmosphere of the station almost masses were content to keep themselves to themselves and avert their gaze from others. This girl was fully alert however ; her Mary Jane attuned and wired. You could almost go for that you saw her nostril flaring as she tried to catch some aroma ; her eyes like restless electron beam scanning her environment, stalking her quarry.
Even to the most jade of aesthesia, the nature of the daughter's target was transparent. There was an electrifying sensuality about this girl ; a hedonistic tomfoolery in her gender. It showed in the way she smoothed the hem of her frock sensually against her legs ; the way she brushed a curl of her whisker back into position, pausing to stroke it in evident delectation ; the hint of a pout in those lovely sassing and the smoky luster to her huge eyes as pleasurable thoughts crossed her brain. This was a girl enslaved by her sess, so in thralldom to her sensualism that even a moth-eaten Monday night in Zurich Hauptbahnhof was a potential vacation spot for pleasance ; a hunting solid ground for the gratification of her all consuming libido.
There was minuscule scope for the predatory instincts of the dark haired girl on political platform four at ten o'clock on a Mon night but she didn't seem at all discouraged. A reasonably blond girl came struggling along the platform under the weighting of a heavy grip and Miranda saw the dark haired girl come instantly to attention, riveting her gaze upon the girl and with a wry smile playing about her sass. In a tingling deadbolt of shock Miranda recognised the girl's quarry ; saw to an insistent the moment when the dark haired girl marked the blond down as a possible. Already she was edging toward the blond girl looking coiled as if about to pounce. Miranda held her breath as it seemed the miss was about to take a motility ; offering to facilitate the girlfriend with her bag. Then there as a whistle and the blond female child dropped her bag to flap. A Lester Willis Young man was hurrying along the weapons platform. Obviously the swain, he gathered the blond in his arms to kiss her fondly before picking up her suitcase and leading her away with an arm about her waistline. The dark haired girl backed away ; the letdown evident in her face.
"She's a lesbian !"thought Miranda to herself, sure of it, and despaired that the recognition gave her such a kick of turmoil. Miranda didn't want to consider herself a lesbian. She had, after all, just emerged, barely intact, from a kinship of some fourteen calendar month with a man that, while not exactly endearing her to the male of the coinage, had nevertheless surely not entirely convinced her of the complete worthlessness of them. Yet the sudden realisation that the beautiful shadow haired Siren stalking the unattractive environs of platform four was out hunting for pretty girls sent a tremble of long suppressed preclude sensations coursing through her. She felt a peak of warmth rise to her face and for a flit second she wanted the dark haired girl to notice her ; wanted to see that Saami look on her face as she arrowed in with triumphal anticipation. She wanted it very much.
Miranda shook her head to rid it of the unbidden and deeply dangerous thinking. What on worldly concern would she do if the girl did prepare a move on her anyway ? She wouldn't know what the monster to do if a lesbian approached her ! She'd probably run away screaming ! Why on earth did she think that the dark haired girl would be interested in her anyway ? It was an worthless thought process because Miranda was a warm beautiful young lady in her own right. Her soft brown hair with its natural wave was the attendant to a gentle face of demure attraction ; not overtly seductive but undecided and favorable with afters, hazel coloured center of trusting heat and shyness. Her pretty blouse and knee distance skirt clung to a frame of gentle curves and slender waist and her hand were long and sensitive. She was a beautiful girl but a serial of disastrous relationships had seriously eroded her belief in that beauty ; irreparably as it seemed to her. Timidly she cowered back behind her pillar and stave in to master the curious yearnings within her.
In the moments that Miranda was alone and wont to examine herself with bestial honestness, she recognised that there was a part of her that was by no mean value unmoved by the attraction of a beautiful womanhood. She was honest enough too to admit to herself that her admiration of feminine beaut went well beyond dispassionate, aesthetic appreciation. She desired it. In a fundamental part of her that she had never dared leave emerge, Miranda had a cryptical invest desire for the soupcon of a woman's skin against her own ; their sass upon hers ; her caresses upon their body and the stroke of their fingers upon hers. Very occasionally she allowed herself guiltily to daydream about it and if her daydreams led in the concealment of her own room to languid tactile sensation, stroking herself in arousal, then she never told any of her friends of her surreptitious hungriness. Miranda came of a morally buttoned-down scope in which such things were life-threatening enticement. She had certainly never acted upon such enticement and restrain them firmly locked from eyeshot. Nobody suspected them of her and, if her sexual relationships with the few men in her life-time had proved unsatisfactory and unfulfilling in comparison to her enigma illusion, she kept this side of her hidden and suppressed. Only at such moments as these with the wad of an alluringly seductive beauty on the hunt would these concealed feelings within her wellspring up and demand gratification.
Miranda's tending was diverted by the approach of a train at the chopine and the mundane tone of the tannoy announcing the arrival of the 22.09 Inter Regio express for Chiasso calling at Zug, Arth-Goldau, Bellinzona, Lugano and Chiasso. Miranda was taking the wagon train to Bellinzona where she was obliged to change to the local wagon train to Locarno ; her final exam destination. It would be a longsighted Nox. Her train wouldn't arrive in Bellinzona until nearly a quarter to one in the sunrise and she wouldn't be in Locarno until ten past times. Her acquaintance Alex, upon whom she was relying on for fitting, 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 come and blame her up. Alex was an old friend and entirely sympathetic when she'd phoned him and told him she needed to get away for a few mean solar day ; a few days to necessitate stock of her animation and the apparent topsy-turvydom it which it had seemingly descended with the demise of her Holocene epoch relationship.
Miranda saw the dark haired girl pick up her bags. She had a small grip on wheels and what appeared to be a large camera pillowcase. Miranda shouldered her own bag and moved toward the train. From the niche of her eye she saw the dark haired girl pause at the chopine bound to leave a passenger to disembark. It was then that her persistently questing heart saw Miranda. Miranda knew instantly that the fille had seen her. In privateness behind her pillar Miranda had been hidden previously from the female child but now the girl saw her and the beckoning open door of the railway carriage was momentarily forgotten as she followed Miranda with her middle. Miranda glanced at her and regretted it instantly for the girl was staring straight at her and caught her eye. She inclined her mind and smiled ; an grammatical construction of perilous invitation. Miranda looked away sharply and blushed to the roots of her hair. Hastily she mounted the train.
The train was very nearly empty-bellied. There were a few mass scattered about in instant class but it was even quieter in the posture to which Miranda took her dish. Wanting some privacy with her thoughts Miranda, in a spate of extravagance, had purchased a first class ticket. Her quest for purdah had been successful. She was the only passenger in the wholly passenger car. Miranda found a seat, stowed her bag on the command processing overhead rack and took off her jacket crown, shaking a few drops 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 effective book she was obliged to concede ; a poorly penned and rather unconvincing romance ; but it was all she'd had to handwriting when making her sudden tearaway decision to fly south for a few days. She took a can of coke from her bag to point on the short shelf by the window and placed alongside it a rather unappetising cheeseflower sandwich she'd bought at the station buffet. There was no buffet or eating house car on the late night train to Chiasso.
She took her book in her hand and stared out of the windowpane at the program as the power train driver welcomed the rider aboard the 22.09 to Chiasso in a bored articulation over the internal P.A system. Feeling disconsolate and disgruntled Miranda stared out of the window at the program with a suspiration. The platform was empty apart from the conductor with his nightstick checking that the last passenger were aboard before signalling to the number one wood to depart. There was no sign of the iniquity haired young lady. She must have boarded the train. Idly Miranda thought of taking a walking the duration of the gear on some guise to see if she could spy the missy again but she knew she would never dare. These were feel she'd expend half her living running away from. She was hardly about to desert the habit tonight ; not on a night when she was already running away.
Fleeing from the realism of her life sentence was something she was getting rather good at lately, Miranda thought to herself ruefully. The vacancy of her little studio and the piteous weather that had persisted for daytime now had exacerbated her loneliness to the point of breaking. The fellow feeling of her friends had been literal and well meaning but it had not comforted her for she felt it misguided and undeserved. They had been wax of comfort and shame for her and eager to apportion blame for the collapse of her human relationship upon her swain. Miranda had been unable to tell them that their loyalty was misplaced and their psychoanalysis unjust. In the good heart and soul of her soul Miranda knew that it was she who was to find fault for the failure of the family relationship ; a loser she could attribute directly to those desires she so carefully concealed from the populace. Her relationship had been a lie ; her solid life had been a lie. But it had been a lie that she had told so long and so cleverly that nonentity suspected the truth. Her subterfuge had been superb and completely convincing but it was still a lie and it left a bleakness in her pump ; a gnawing awareness of her dishonesty and hypocrisy, eating at her self esteem and sensory faculty of worth.
Last dark had been the break point. Some friends had taken her out to dinner to"cheerfulness her up ”. It had been a awful trial by ordeal for Miranda. She had listened to her Quaker berating her ex-boyfriend for his idiocy and doings and Miranda had hated herself for not contradicting them or candidly informing them that her boyfriend had in fact been blameless and merely the recent victim of the discombobulation of Miranda's gender. She had simply been unable to talk to them about it ; unable to tell them the accuracy. Somehow, in her deception and self abnegation, she had felt more lonely than ever. One boy among her friends had even intimated that if she needed somebody to jounce back on then he would be Thomas More than happy to obligate and Miranda had thanked him and felt more wretched than ever. She had returned back to the dig forlornness of her empty studio and cried herself to sleep. She had tried to work on her new clause throughout the next day but had finally broken down and look for escape. 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 complications of gender. 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 shoulder to cry on and he had always been variety and non-judgemental with her. Two years ago he had moved to Ascona to live with his boyfriend and a stable reference point in Miranda's life sentence had been taken from her. This eventide, in this crisis of her lifespan, Miranda had dug out his long miss telephone set figure and called him. He had told her to carry her bags and come in down to Ascona. It was miserable weather on the northward position of the Alps but in the south, beyond the climatical dividing line of the great mountains, the land was full of Mediterranean Sea sunshine. It was xxx degree in Ascona. come down he'd urged her, come down and pass a few days while you get your brain back together. Miranda had had just sufficiency time to backpack a few belongings, take a tram into town and trip up the 22.09 train heading Dixieland through the Gotthard head to find the sun beyond.
The director blew his whistle and stepped aboard the geartrain. There was a hiss of constrict air and the doors clattered shut before the train, with a pitching, began its stately procession out of the post. Miranda glanced at the clock on the platform as they passed. It was exactly 22.09. atmospheric condition notwithstanding, Swiss power train ran with almost metronomic precision. Clear of the station awnings, the rain battered against the window as the geartrain picked up hurrying. 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 unconnected visible light and the power train plunged into the obscuring duskiness of the countryside. With nil more than to hold her attention beyond the window of her well lit and lovesome carriage Miranda turned to her book and opened at her Sir Frederick Handley Page. She couldn't dressed ore. The words seemed meaningless ; piffling and unconnected to reality.
"So this is where you are hiding !"Miranda jumped at the sudden, low sultry representative over her articulatio humeri. She span around in shock. The dark haired missy was stood in the aisle behind her and looking down at her with a smile that Miranda would later decide was somewhere up around the Mona Lisa military rating on the enigmatic scale.
"Er do I love you ?"asked Miranda in confusion. She could suffer kicked herself. It sounded inane as soon as she said it.
A prospicient lazy smile spread over the girl's face."Not yet Caro but we have a train journeying before us to pick up to make love one another."The missy spoke perfectly respectable High German but with an entrancing Italian stress."You sit here all alone Bella. This is sad no ? On cold lonely nights people should keep each early ship's company. May I join you ?"
Miranda looked at her in desperation. Every former seat in the carriage was empty but the girl wanted to sit with her. Evidently it had been her intent from the first. She was still carrying her luggage. She must experience scoured the duration of the train looking for Miranda."I ... I'm afraid I'm not very trade good company tonight."Miranda told her apologetically.
Most other people would have taken that as a diplomatic way to be told that the person wanted privacy but the night haired lady friend seemed not at all fazed by the apparent rejection."Let me be the jurist of the quality of your fellowship Caro."she told Miranda with a smile. Before Miranda could say another Scripture the girl had hefted her bagful onto the stand and swung easily into the rear end reverse. Miranda blinked at the outrageous ruthlessness with which the girl had invited herself into her space but her deep-seated Swiss good manners forbade any remonstration. The young lady placed her fingertips together on her sassing and regarded Miranda with such a sensually appraising gaze that it took Miranda's breath away."Now how shall we start to know each early ?"she asked Miranda ; her voice carrying intensity of meaning and intimation within its plentiful contralto.
"I ... I don't know."Miranda squeaked and nearly groaned as soon as the actor's line had left her back talk. She seemed destined to expect like a arrant idiot in strawman of this hypnotic seductress.
"Names are good."the young woman noted with amusement."Mine is Rozella. You ?"
"Er Miranda."
Rozella nodded in deep expiation."It is a ripe name. It is from the Latin. It means one worthy to be admired. It suit of clothes you Miranda with the beautiful hazel eyes."
Miranda swallowed, transfixed under Rozella's stabilise gaze, and tried to guess of something less banal to say."Er well I'm ... er pleased to match you Rozella."
"And I am very pleased to come across you Miranda. I hope that you are taking a hanker journey tonight."
Miranda bit her lip ; out of her profoundness with this cleaning lady."Oh just to Locarno."
Rozella clapped her deal together in delight."Why this is double-dyed ! I travel to Locarno too. We will part our journey together."
"You're going to Locarno ? Are you Swiss then ?"
"Si, si ! I am from Ticino."Ticino was the southern Kuangchou of Switzerland in which Locarno was found. It was a southerly enclave of Mediterranean climate quite unlike the north of Switzerland. It was Italian in cultivation, architecture and cuisine and Italian was the spoken language spoken there. Many said it was just like Italy in fact except that everything was clean and the trains ran on time. Rozella graced Miranda with that languid smiling once more."And what takes you Miranda, at so late an hour, to the Ticino ?"
"Oh er just a gap you know. I ... I er needed to get away from affair for a few days."
Rozella raised a quizzical eyebrow."Ah ! Do I detect a story ? What"thing"are you getting away from ?"
Miranda lowered her eyes and blushed, hating herself for flush of bloodline in her cheeks. Rozella seemed proud of ; finding Miranda's blushes endearing. Miranda waved her hand foolishly."Oh er just things you know."she mumbled tritely. Rozella's eyes sparkled ; her sake increasing by the instant.
Miranda was saved from advance superfluity by the arrival of the conductor in the carriage."Tickets please."he intoned and Rozella took the chance gratefully to rummage in her purse for her ticket. The conductor punched her just the ticket and handed it back."change in Bellinzona."he told her.
"Yes. Thank you."
The conductor took Rozella's ticket and frowned."This is a initiative stratum compartment Fraulein. You only have a second class ticket !"
Smoothly Rozella withdrew a pair of banknotes from her purse."Then I will pay the divergence Signor."
The conductor looked at her in surprisal."But there's muckle of room in second gear class."he told her.
"Si, but not such respectable fellowship. 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 zippo ! A trivia ! I would count your companionship cheap at ten times the Price Caro !"
The conductor shuffled his feet uncomfortably."Well in that lawsuit 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-time been subjected to such a penetrating examination. She felt as if Rozella was undressing her with her eyes and the mentation of that brought more treacherous blushes to her font. She could think herself naked ; helpless before this cleaning lady's avaritia."So where do you outride 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 supercilium that seemed device characteristic of her."A friend ? A special friend perhaps ?"
Miranda shook her head."Oh no ! I mean well yes he is a special ally but .... well he's just a champion. I ... I know him from college ...."Miranda tailed off, aware that she was beginning to babble.
"And is there a particular friend in your life 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 female child that made her very hard to lie to."Well yes,"she confessed at finally."I suppose it is."
"Povero te ! You poor people thing. So this is why you hide yourself on this caravan Caro. You run from a broken heart ! I must be very kind to you."
Miranda laughed in embarrassment."Oh you don't have to be kind to me Rozella ! I mean it's none of your stage business really is it ?"
Rozella looked at her seriously."Miranda bella ! Beautiful girls are always my business ! I am a lensman .... I photograph beautiful miss. They are my profession."She smiled."You may say I make a business of my pleasure."Rozella laughed shortly and tossed her tenacious obscure fuzz flirtatiously."So this young lady who broke your bosom ... she lives in Zurich ?"
Miranda jumped like a trout on a draw."I never said it was a lady friend Rozella !"she protested heatedly.
Rozella returned to her oracular mode."It was not a young woman ?"
"Of course not ! Absolutely not ! No it was a boy ... a man I mean. He ... he was my boyfriend. I ... I don't ... well don't ... you know ... don't have girlfriends."
Rozella was watching her bluster in entertainment. It seemed she was trying not to laugh."Then it is clock time you did Miranda !"
"I beg your pardon !"
"I said perhaps it is time you had a girlfriend Caro. Perhaps then you have zip to run away from !"
Miranda bristled indignantly."I hardly think this is any of your business ! I'm not interested in young lady in any case."
"prevaricator !"
Miranda blinked in impact."I'm sorry ?"It was all she could believe of to say. beingness called a prevaricator to her face by a complete stranger was a unique experience to her.
"I said"liar"Miranda ! Don't pretend to be shocked. You know that you are lying."
Miranda blushed in scandal."I really think that this conversation is at an end ! I'm not about to have my integrity questioned by somebody I've never met before !"
Rozella grinned at her."You look cute when you are angry bella !"she told Miranda.
"That will do Rozella ! You've gone far enough ! When you came to link me I didn't expect you to horn in into my privacy and affront me like this !"
"You think that I am a bad girl Miranda ?"
"Well 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 honest 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 true. I think perhaps you say these things to many the great unwashed. 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 cryptic breath."You have a very high judgement of your penetration into summate alien Rozella ! I don't see why you should believe I'm lying to you."
Rozella shrugged with a smiling."You forget. I am a photographer. I observe hoi polloi to enamour them on cinema .... I ... how do you say ... .I read them. I have an eye for subtlety ; torso words ; the little signs by which a person betrays their mood and thoughts. You are not very undecomposed at hiding those thing Miranda. You are a liar but not a very good one !"
Miranda shook her header in exasperation."This conversation is ludicrous ! What possible evidence can you give for calling me a prevaricator ?"
"Because your words say one thing, but your consistency William Tell me something else Miranda."
Miranda huffed in indignation."Well then I suggest you not calculate at my trunk Rozella !"she remarked haughtily.
"Ah now you ask too much ! I am what I am and it is my nature to take care at trunk as beautiful as yours ; face at them and desire them. You are so very beautiful my lilliputian liar ! So very worthy ! You have hair to be held against the skin ; a case that needs to be stroked ; rim that demand to be kissed ; a body that cries out for caresses. Why do you withhold these pleasure with your silly minuscule lie ?"
Miranda trembled. Rozella's vocalization had descended into a low and thrilling sultry tone."I've never heard anything like ...."she began defensively.
Rozella reclined in her prat and adopted a deliberately provocative pose."Do you notice me beautiful Caro ?"she asked in a low vibrato.
Miranda swallowed."fountainhead I'm sure nigh 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 torso seductively."DOE my organic structure please you ? Are my legs soft and alluring ? Are my boob shapely ? Do you imagine I am attractive ?"
"I think you're very vain !"
Rozella laughed delightedly."Ah yes ! That too ! But luxuriate me a little. Look at me ... really calculate at me and tell me what you really think."
"Why should I look at you ?"
Rozella regarded her seriously."Because you can Caro !"
"What do you think of ?"
Rozella smiled at her."Just what I say ! Look at me because you can. Listen to me Miranda and let me evidence you something about you. Don't argue just listen. If I am wrong 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 student dilate, your body trembles and your sassing section in desire. Do not try to deny it Miranda. Do you think I don't know that if I laid my hand on your titty I would determine your nipples hard to my sense of touch and there ..."Rozella paused to glance down at Miranda's crutch and laughed as she hastily pulled her skirt down over her stifle."Oh yes there ! Do you think me so stupid person that I would not know that already you are moist ; moist and swollen in that lilliputian secret part 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 imply ?"Miranda's voice sounded high and affected even to her.
"Because you have lied Miranda. You have lied too farsighted and too often. I am not the only girl you have looked at and admired am I Miranda ? I think perhaps there have been many girls. But it was forbidden to you wasn't it ? You had to deflect your gaze and shroud behind your Trygve Halvden Lie. Perhaps you have friends who are little girl and you dared not let them see that you looked at them and desired their bodies. Perhaps there were colleagues at employment you yearned to tinct but had to encumber yourself. Did this boy you had have any idea that you lay with him but thought of other women ? Is that why you finished with him Miranda ? Does anybody else eff your mystic my lovely ? Is this why you run away tonight ?"
"That's ridiculous !"Miranda protested but she knew her Scripture were transparent and that Rozella would see through them effortlessly.
Rozella grinned."Is it ? Ah I think not ! But let me regress to what I was saying. I said you should depend at me because you can. What I meant was that here at finish is a woman you find to beautiful that you are allowed to reckon at ! Perhaps for the first time here is soul who not only is not offended if you look at them but welcomes it. You can calculate at me openly ; admire me : desire me : without fearfulness. I want you to look at me. I am not those other people in your life. Nobody but you and I need know that you lust for my trunk. We may provide this train tonight and never see each early again. This is safe Miranda. You can tolerate yourself the pleasance of looking at me and know that I welcome your attention. And when we component part it was just our short secret ; a few moments of pleasure to be enjoyed without fright on a darkness wet night."
Miranda was breathing heavily, entranced by this unacceptable woman before her."You ... you are very lovely."she conceded at last in a hoarse whisper.
Rozella's face lit up in a radiant grin."Ah we make onward motion ! Thank you my little gem. Now we understand each other why don't you sit back and loosen up ?"
"Relax ?"
"Si ! Relax. Sit back in your seat, put your book aside and feed your heart. Think of me as a box of chocolates ; a guilty pleasure to cocker yourself in when nobody else is watching."
Miranda leaned back hesitantly."Wh ... what are you going to do ?"
"Just giving you a footling treat for your eyes Caro. Now sit back and enjoy !"With that Rozella began to stroke her hired man over her own consistency as Miranda watched in hypnotised fascination. Rozella's eye never left her as she caressed herself ; stroking a finger's breadth down her cleavage and cupping a knocker in her hired man. She was a consummate seductress and Miranda's throat was dry as she stared at her. The woman was exorbitant but Miranda could not buck her eye away. Rozella lifted a leg and let the easygoing material of her wearing apparel fall away to reveal a long length on inviting thigh."Do you like my legs Caro ?"she whispered softly. Miranda nodded numbly and Rozella smiled as she ran her hand up her thigh pushing her dress up until Miranda could see the curve of her bottom and a glance of mauve knee breeches. Miranda squeezed her own second joint together tightly feeling her mounting arousal. Rozella saw the activity and laughed softly. Slowly and teasingly she parted her pegleg and ran her deal along her interior thigh until her fingers rested on the framework of her knickers.
Miranda was startled out of her enchantment by a melodious chime in the carriage and the voice of the device driver over the PA announcing their impendent arrival at their succeeding station. 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 wearing apparel more decently. But she teased Miranda by running a otiose finger in little circles over her mammilla. Rozella wore no bra under her balancer neck apparel it was evident. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the sparse material. Miranda averted her gaze as they pulled into the station. Through the rainwater streaked window she could see only two people on the political platform waiting for the string. Obviously they were second category passengers. Nobody came into their carriage. At 22.31 precisely the power train lurched once Sir Thomas More out of the station.
"So now Caro !"Rozella purred at her."We have over twenty transactions before our future check ! Are you sitting comfortably ?"
Miranda gripped her script together in agitation."You're crazy ! What if individual comes in ?"
"You worry too often tessorucio ! Relax ! You are enjoying the show no ?"
"You are completely batty !"
"Oh yes ! But so much to a greater extent fun don't you think ?"
"Oh Christ !"
Rozella laughed and, in a single fluid motion, laid herself out lengthways on her side along the wide-cut distance 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 mortal would enter the carriage but still ineffectual to pull her heart away or to still the pressing ache in her own body. Rozella parted her rim and ran her tongue slowly across them as she raised her left leg and allowed the hem of her dress to slide up her thigh to hips. deliberate to afford Miranda a good view she pulled her attire out of the way. Her mauve knee breeches had petite little laurel wreath on the side and a frivolous bow at the forepart. Miranda sat on her hands fighting the desperate itch to cross the blank between them to stroke those silky branch. Astounded by the audaciousness of the woman, she watched as Rozella stroked the inside of her thigh and came to stay her helping hand on her crutch between her outstretched legs. Very deliberately Rozella allowed a slight suspiration to escape her lips as she began to caress herself there ; her digit rubbing gently at the satin knickers. She closed her eyes slightly and lowered her read/write head onto the seat cant, her redundant hired man lifting up to cup her breast and fondle it through the textile of her clothes.
Miranda's heart was pounding in her chest as she watched Rozella wantonly stroke her sex. She held her breath as Rozella lifted her wearing apparel mellow and lifted her hand to the sliver of physical body 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 hired man down under the sash of her knickers and shuddered softly as her questing fingerbreadth found the moistness, fondness below."Stop it Rozella !"whispered Miranda almost as if fearful that somebody might listen her in the abandon carriage.
Rozella gave a little pant and her finger's breadth quickened at her sex."Too late Bella !"she breathed hoarsely, the cheek of her brass suffusing with the pink of arousal."I can not help myself ! You have captured me ! You have bewitched me with your eyes on my soundbox and I can no longer help myself. I am yours ! I am your plaything. I can only surrender myself for the gratification of your pleasure."With a minor groan Rozella slipped her will hand under her dress and eased her boob clear, to grip it tightly as her flop helping hand moved ever more urgently beneath her pants.
Desperately Miranda leaned out to look along the gangway between the bottom to reassure herself that they were indeed alone before wrenching her eyes back to Rozella who was now beginning to twist alarmingly as she rubbed herself. Miranda felt the quickening throb between her legs as her own foreplay mounted and she shifted position awkwardly as she felt the damp in her groin. Her eyes darted between Rozella's knickers, the ripe full moon breast with its saucy brownness mammilla and the lovely face now abandoned to lust as Rozella masturbated uninhibitedly in front end of her. It was crazy ; it was madness ; it was flasher 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 soft cries becoming louder by the endorsement. Both in enthrallment and veneration Miranda wondered if Rozella was about to have an orgasm in presence of her but she was beyond protesting or trying to restrain her. She decided that Rozella probably would culminate. There seemed no enormity this female child was incapable of !
Then suddenly Rozella stopped with her chest heaving. She withdrew her bridge player from her knickerbockers and sat unsloped. Fixing Miranda with her eye she raised her right paw to show up Miranda her finger glistening softly with the damp from her sex still on them. Miranda swallowed sharply as Rozella lifted her hand to her mouthpiece and began to drub her fingers."You are completely mad !"Miranda breathed exasperatedly.
Rozella grinned at her and, using both deal eased her chest pull in of her dress to fondle them, her eyes watching Miranda carefully. Her tit were exquisite. Miranda was entranced by them."Do you like my breasts caro ?"Rozella asked seductively.
"Th ... they're very skillful !"croaked Miranda with what she instantly decided was the most fatuous banality she had yet managed in her light acquaintance with this maddening woman.
"Would you like to kiss them ?"
"Oh Christ !"Before Miranda could guess of anything reasonable to say the maddening chime of the train's PA system sounded to premise the driver once more announcing their coming arrival at a place. Miranda let out her breather in a gasp."Oh God we're in Arth-Goldau !"The time seemed to have flown by since Zug.
Rozella replaced her breast in her apparel with a laugh."Perhaps later then minuscule one. After Arth-Goldau there are only two little settlement between us and the Gotthard tunnel. A lot can materialise in the rise up to the whirl !"
Miranda wiped a deal across her forehead."Oh God ! This is the maddest thing I've ever done in my life !"
"Ah there is sentence yet !"Rozella glanced out of the window. They were just pulling into the station. Rozella grinned in sudden decision."I want to give you a present caro."
"What sort of present ?"In reply Rozella lifted herself off her arse and reached under her dress to slip her breeches down her legs."What the the pits are you doing ?"Miranda protested in a hoarse whisper.
Rozella ignored her and pulled her knickers down to her ankles. For a minute they became entangled in the senior high heels on her sandals but she freed them and held them out to Miranda."There caro ! They are yours !"
"What the underworld do I want your bloomers for ?"
"A token my sweet ! A souvenir to remember me by and our little encounter on a train one wet Mon Nox. When you are alone in your bed and thinking amorous thoughts you can admit them out and think of me as you stroke yourself. Perhaps you can put them on while you play with yourself and remember how they were next to my most private percentage as I masturbated for your entertainment. Here ! Take them !"
"I can't get your darn drawers !"
"If you do not I will hold them up to the window and demo the earthly concern what petty game we have been playing !"
"You blackmailing .... Oh the pits give them here then !"Miranda snatched the offending item. They were damp to her spot and she could scent the female olfactory property of Rozella still on them.
Rozella smoothed her apparel down and sat back in satisfaction. There now ! See what advantage you have taken of a poor innocent lady friend travelling alone at your mercy ! You have me completely naked now under this apparel. My reputation is ruined !"
"You ... you ..."Miranda could recall of nothing to express her rape outrage.
"All tag from Arth-Goldau please !"Miranda leapt with a start. The conductor seemed to make 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 bloomers. Hastily she pushed them behind her out of mickle, blushing furiously. Rozella stifled a piffling giggle."Anybody else get in this go-cart ladies ?"the conductor asked conversationally, peering down the aisle.
Miranda shook her headland vigorously."No ! No ... nobody."she told him breathlessly.
The man nodded in acknowledgment."well I can't see many more people getting on the train tonight."he observed casually."So I guess you're in for a quiet journey."
Rozella smiled at him wickedly."Molto buono ! We are enjoying the privacy of our fellowship !"Miranda glared at her.
The conductor nodded once Sir Thomas More, his expression unclear."Well I shall leave you two lady in peace then."he left the baby buggy. The train pulled out once Sir Thomas More. It was five minutes to eleven.
"Now then caro, where were we ?"asked Rozella with a mischievous grin.
"I think we were at the breaker point 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 ... block that ! Bad musical theme ! Let you loose in a nunnery ? God there'd be carnage !"
Rozella grinned at her."You should express mirth more often caro. You are too serious. laugh becomes you."
"I don't often meet multitude as crazy as you Rozella."
"Then you should. Life is too cute to waste in being life-threatening all the time. It is effective to see you smile."
And smile Miranda did ; acknowledging the justice in Rozella's word of honor. She had been sad for too retentive. She had known this fair sex for only an hour but she had made her tactile property more alert than she had felt for years. She was maddening, infuriating and outraged every sense of decency in Miranda but she was beginning to like her. Trying to push aside such strange thoughts Miranda gazed out of the window. It was pitch black but the rainwater hammered at the chalk."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 mind Rozella !"
"And we have less than twenty minutes before Erstfeld caro. Time flies so answer my question. Have I excited you ? Are you wet between your branch ?"
"I ... I might be."jeopardize 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 knickers were sopping !"
Rozella laughed and then with another of the sudden fluid motions that always caught Miranda by surprisal she turned around to kneel on the seat with her rachis to Miranda. She leaned forward and parted her branch. Slowly she raised her dress until it was above her waistline, displaying her nakedness. Her vulva was dilated and glistening with moisture. 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 ruined woman."
Miranda shook her head fondly."I think you were that long before I ever met you Rozella ! Look at you ! Showing me your snatch without a shred of shame !"
Rozella pouted at her."What is wrong with my snatch ? Don't you like it ? Is it not pretty ?"
Tickled by the silliness of it, Miranda laughed aloud."I don't really experience Rozella ! I mean it's not something I've had much experience of, examining another daughter's voice ! I wouldn't really know how to compare it."
Rozella looked at her curiously."You have never looked at another girl there before ?"
"well no ! I mean it's not exactly something you do is it. You can't exactly say to someone"Excuse me do you take care if I conduct an scrutiny of your cunt ... purely in a spirit of artistic, academic stake you understand !"
"well then look at mine. Go ahead ! claim a close look. Here I will make it easy for you."Rozella leaned further forward and parted her legs even more. With her mitt she pulled her keister apart to display herself More clearly.
Miranda could think of nothing allow to say and she found becoming interested in spitefulness of herself. She leaned forward to peer closer. She had never really thought of the attractiveness of a charwoman's sex before but as she looked she thought dispassionately that the dark plication of the outer lips contrasting with the bright pink, moist inner sanctum were actually quite appealing. There was a trickle of fluid from the vaginal opening and she could see the nub of Rozella's engorged clit quite plainly. The peel looked velvety and slick with dampness. She was so smooth there. She noticed that Rozella evidently waxed herself for there was no pubic haircloth visible. She wanted to strive out and touch her ; feel the fuzziness of her sex and knew that if she did she would bestow gasp and groan 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 other people watch her perform."Even as she thought it, Rozella's foreplay got the unspoiled of her and she ran a paw between her legs and began to stroke herself again. She buried her face in the seat and her breath quickened and deepened. Soon she was emitting delicate vociferation and little sobs. Miranda began to hope that she would orgasm ; wanted to see her in the throes of climax. Miranda's own agitation started to fascinate hold of her. Her pap were so voiceless that they hurt and she felt the glossy wetness inside her knickers. With Rozella's eyes off her she succumbed to the temptation to rear her skirt and run her hired hand through to her own sex ; squeezing the front of her pants and feeling the heat within the silk. She groped away inside her knickers and touched herself. She shivered at the contact and a pocket-sized gasp escaped her pharynx.
Rozella heard the phone and turned to look. Miranda snatched her mitt 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 expert that you become excited."
"Oh God you're impossible ! What would you have done with your journeying if I wasn't there to tickle your libido ? Don't enjoin me that you'd have whiled the hour away working on the crossword teaser !"
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 smile."I always have my toy in case I need them."
Miranda stared at her dumbfounded."Please don't tell me that you carry around your sex toys with you just to pass the meter on train journeying when there's no skirt available !"
Rozella smiled hugely."But of course ! Here let me show you !"Miranda stared blankly, her brain swimming as Rozella fumbled in her handbag."Here we are !"Triumphantly Rozella held up a orotund pink dildo of some flexible plastic material. The beam of light of the objective was corrugated with raised rooftree and there was an denotation on top clearly designed to stimulate the clitoris while the main spear penetrated the vagina. Evidently it was battery operated too for there was a switch and a sales talk ascendancy on the base.
Miranda stared at the thing in disbelief."You use that on yourself ?"
"Yes of class. You would like to see perhaps."
"I ... I ... .oh for God's rice beer we're pulling into Erstfeld ! But that bloody thing away for Deliverer's sake !"
Rozella pulled her dress down and concealed the dildo under her dress."There now ! Out of sight !"she placed her tongue in her impertinence slyly."But not out of psyche ! You want to see me use it don't you ?"
"I ... .I ...."
"seed along now ! Don't be shy caro. You do don't you ?"
Miranda took a deep breather."fountainhead ...."she cleared her throat,"I ... I suppose it might be quite diverting."
Rozella laughed happily."Well then we shall guide a recreation on our way into the lot !"She raised a digit."But I warn you caro. I shall want defrayment for your entertainment !"
"What sort of defrayal ?"
"Just a little something from you. A little gift for my pleasure."
"Oh Christ ! Now what ?"
"Ah be patient caro. You will see !"
The place at Erstfeld was bleak and hostile with gusting wind and teeming rain. There were no passenger waiting. At a quarter past eleven the train began its long climb into the dark of the mountains. This was the finally rise to the Gotthard tunnel at over eleven hundred metres above sea level. The geartrain's preeminence changed as it powered up to select the gradient, ascending through a serial of spiralled loops cut into the mountainside and plunging in and out of tunnels as it climbed ; labouring its way towards the northerly portal of the great tunnel that passed it through the muckle into the southerly lands beyond. And as they climbed towards the apex of their journey they climbed too towards the culmination of the night.
No Oklahoman were they clear of Erstfeld than Rozella took out her dildo once more. She stroked it in her bridge player, teasing Miranda with her eyes."So now my lovely. I will take for you to the bargain you agreed upon !"
"I haven't agreed to anything !"
"Ah now you lie again ! I thought we were past times this."
"I'm not lying ! I haven't said anything about agreeing !"Rozella lifted an ironic eyebrow. Miranda held up her paw."Alright, alright ! I know what you're going to say ! You're going to tell 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 deliver from you."
"What variety of damn present ?"
"I want your knickers !"
"WHAT !"
"No need to shout caro ! You heard me. I want your knee pants. You have mine now I want yours in return."
"Oh for paradise's sake !"
"Come along now my confection. It is a average exchange."
"What is this for you ? Some form of trophy Hunt or something ?"
"Please caro. It is just a piddling token for my pleasure. Please give them to me."
"Oh for God's sake !"
"Just to please me caro."
Oh alright for heaven's sake !"Miranda raised her tooshie to slip her knee breeches off."I just can't believe I'm doing this !"she grumbled as she eased them off her infantry. Begrudgingly she handed them over."There now ! Are you satisfied ?"
Rozella took the particular with visible joy."Oh I am never satisfied !"she purred as she held Miranda's knickers to her face, rubbing them on her face 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 ineffectual to speak."Now uprise your skirt."Rozella commanded.
"What ? Are you crazy ?"
"Lift your dame 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 better and smiled in gratification."Now stay like that !"she ordered."Now I give you your wages !"With that she began to lick the dildo and drawing it into her sass ; lubricating it with her saliva ; her centre never wavering from Miranda's exposed sex. She adjusted the switch at the stand of the dildo. The low hum was hearable even over the clatter of the railing beneath their feet. She passed it to her sex and stroked it against the hummock of her clitoris, her breathing spell coming in knickers as the vibrations stimulated her to enceinte arousal. Miranda held her hint as Rozella turned the tip of the dildo to opening of her vagina. It was so thick and long Miranda couldn't believe that Rozella could get the affair inside her. She was unseasonable. With an insistent pressure, Rozella eased the dildo in, gasping loudly as she penetrated herself. She drove it rest home relentlessly until she had taken its full length inside her. Miranda felt sweat prison-breaking out on her forehead. Rozella was crying aloud with what could be pain or what could be joy ; it was unsufferable to tell. She pulled her chest from her dress with her free manus and began to knead them urgently. Then she began to thrust with the dildo, driving it grueling and harder into her sex.
They plunged into a tunnel and the roar of the train inside the tunnel was a blessing for it masked the sobbing call of Rozella as she writhed on the dildo impaling her. She threw her heading back and closed her optic, almost insane with the pleasure of it. Miranda sat transfixed by the spectacle before her. Hardly without knowing what she was doing she found her hand back at her own sex. She parted her legs more to help herself and them she was stroking herself urgently, inflamed by Rozella's wanton lustfulness. Feverishly she found herself pulling her blouse out of her bird and hefting it above her tit. She pulled them from her bra to spellbind them as she abandoned caution in the rising heat of her passion. She was conclude to orgasm but she compelled herself to ease off. For some reason she was at a passing to explain she wanted to come as Rozella did ; share the coming with her.
The train plunged on into the night climbing eminent and higher carrying the little tableau toward some percentage point of no payoff high in the sight. Miranda was almost whimpering in frustration as she waited for Rozella to climax. At the Same meter she was beginning to fear that climax. Rozella's passion was becoming almost vehement now as she convulsed on the behind before Miranda. Miranda began to reverence that Rozella's cry could now be heard back in bit course of study and they threatened to be only the heralds of the titanic hurricane that would surely be unleash when her consistence finally released her in coming. She was very close now Miranda could see ; nearly at the edge.
The PA system chimed merrily."Ladies and man we are arriving at Goschenen. Goschenen your next stop."Miranda jumped up in panic. Goschenen was the live on stop this side of the mountains right at the oral fissure of the Gotthard tunnel.
Miranda pulled her blouse and skirt down desperately trying to vivify her appearance."Rozella ! Stop ! For the love life of God stay ! We're coming into Goshenen ! For God's saki occlusive !"But it was too tardy. Rozella at the very summit of her need could not barricade. Even as the train slowed toward the station her culmination exploded. In panic Miranda leapt across the gap between the ass and grasped her, covering her mouth with her manus to stifle the piercing wail screeching from her throat. Rozella buried her head teacher in Miranda's shoulder, jerking spasmodically as undulation after wave of her orgasm swept through her leaving her bereft of reason. Miranda thought the scalding fit would never end.
Just as the lights of the station appeared at the window Miranda felt Rozella fall limp in her weapon. Hurriedly she pulled Rozella's garb back into place, covering her tit and dragged the hem down to shroud her pubes. Rozella relinquished her bag on the dildo between her legs and wrapped her arms around Miranda, nuzzling at her kittenishly and whimpering softly. Miranda glanced out of the window fearful that soul might see them in such close embrace. She told herself to relax. They were just two lady friend hugging each other. It was perfectly natural. There was nothing wrong with that was there. The wagon train had halted. Blessedly the program was empty.
Rozella lifted her mind and opened her eyes to look at Miranda."Ah amore mio ! It has taken nearly two hr to get you in my munition but here you are and I am content."
"Please Rozella ! Get rid of that damn dildo quickly."
"Relax caro."But Rozella eased it from between her stage and pushed it into her handbag. She lifted a hand to caress the side of Miranda's face. The finger's breadth were wet from her sex."But you my lovely : what of you ?"
"What about me ?"
"You have not had your pleasure yet my piffling darling."
"For heaven's saki don't vexation about me !"
"Oh but I do ! I want you to derive as well !"
Miranda bit her lip. In truth her dead body was crying out for release. Suddenly she started. Rozella had slipped a hired man beneath her bird, the tips of her fingerbreadth exploring her damp crevice."Stop that !"she hissed.
Rozella didn't listen to her."Be affected role 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 lips."Oh yes caro ! In the burrow I will make you mine !"
The 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 ready ?"
"Oh God !"Miranda murmured and shivered in prediction. The train gathered speed and a few seconds later the feeble Light from the station disappeared altogether as, with a roar the train peacenik into the long Gotthard tunnel.
"Now my lovely ! Now ! open your wooden leg !"
With a bantam whimper, Miranda complied. Rozella laughed and stood suddenly. In a quick apparent movement she lifted her clothes above her capitulum and pulled it off, tossing it onto the seat beside Miranda. Miranda's oculus flew open in jar."What are you doing ?"she squeaked at the nude girl in forepart of her,"What if someone comes ?"
Rozella knelt on the perambulator floor before her and prised her leg open with her men."stillness now caro and do not squander clock time to debate. We have only ten minutes in the tunnel ! We must be quick !"With that she bent her head and buried her face in Miranda's sex. Miranda gasped aloud as Rozella's lingua found her clitoris and began to lick it so very expertly. Rozella thrust three fingers into her vagina and she was open and accommodating for them. The tunnels bulwark flashed past times in the reflected radiance of the carriage twinkle as Rozella worked on her, driving her into frenzy. Her fear of uncovering waned as her arousal mounted. Soon she cared not if they emerged into a crowded post to the full of people so imperative was her motivation for outlet. She grasped Rozella's dark hair and ground against her face her other mitt squeezing her breast and panted frantically as she climbed towards ecstasy.
Miranda had lost her virginity when she was sixteen ; some boy or other from school ; she could scarcely recall his typeface anymore. She had been drunk and the experience unsatisfactory. She could hardly commemorate anything about it. But she would always take that she lost her virginity for the second, and truest sentence, on a Mon night not long before midnight somewhere in the Gotthard tunnel. For it was somewhere in that foresighted tunnel that her coming overwhelmed her at close. She was barely cognisant of the howling shrieks she gave vent to as the muscle spasm overtook her or of the gasp of pain from Rozella as she grasped her tomentum tight in her fist. She was only cognizant of that raging torment that blazed through her consistency carrying her into realms she had never encountered before and then releasing her to drift down into some cocoon of sheer happiness.
Afterwards she thought she must have fainted for she had no recollection of Rozella putting her attire back on and joining her on the seat. She only knew, that as the train pulled into Airolo at the far end of the tunnel, Rozella was holding her gently, kissing her face softly and crooning nonsense 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 bliss. She felt as if she had passed through some great depopulate void in her life history only to go far at the space she should have been all along. She felt a outstanding warmth and a contentment that was beyond any word she had to describe. It was another fifty one minutes according to the timetable before the train pulled into Bellinzona where she was obliged to exchange but the minutes scarcely registered in her mind for she passed them in some enchanted dream world.
Just before Bellinzona the conductor visited their carriage. Miranda didn't relinquish her hold on Rozella however and he smiled indulgently."Just here to remind you madam that the future diaphragm is Bellinzona."he told them."I don't want you to neglect your connection."
Rozella shook Miranda gently."Don't come asleep caro. We have to get off here."
Miranda's eyes drown back into focus."Oh God yes ! We have to catch the Locarno train !"
"I am not catching the train to Locarno caro."
Miranda sat absquatulate upright piano."You're not ? We're parting here ?"Miranda felt a wave of sudden desperate going overtake her. tear pricked at her eyes.
"No caro my car is parked in Bellinzona. I drive to Locarno."
"Oh !"Miranda knew she should say something but intelligence eluded her.
"Yes amore mio and you will drive with me !"
The ease and happiness were almost Thomas More than Miranda could bear."Oh Jesus Christ !"she gasped."I ... I have to phone Alex !"
"Alex your friend ?"
Miranda nodded."Yes. He's supposed to pick me up in Locarno."
"He is expecting you this Alex ?"
"Yes ... well sort of. I didn't know if I was coming or not. I told him I would headphone him when I got to Bellizona if I was coming."
"Then you can phone him tomorrow caro. Tonight you come to my apartment. Tonight you stay with me. Tonight I will learn 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 next day. She introduced Rozella to him. She even shyly told him that she was her girlfriend. He must have known her arcanum for he looked pleased for her. To the south of the Alps the sun shone in glory every day and graced her new found joy with abstemious and warmth. In the end she spent eight Clarence Day with Rozella before her workplace recalled her to Zurich. They were eight days of a seventh heaven she had never imagined before. They were eight days that changed her life-time forever.