Last Train to Locarno.

Miranda saw her on the station weapons platform. In accuracy she was concentrated to miss. There were not many thing to attract the attention on a savage Monday night in Apr on the platform of Zurich Hauptbahnhof. The handful of passenger waiting for the end southbound geartrain of the night were huddled protectively over their luggage, their collars turned up against the cold wind that penetrated along the crease. train arrived, streaked with rain ; their Windows misted with abridgment and stood dripping at the platforms discharging discontented looking rider who hastened away, eagre to be shut of their journey. The sting of the big place was subdued at this recently hour ; the few travellers like lonely islands, introverted with their own thoughts and disinclined to be sociable. In this damp grey humankind the dark haired girl stood out like a unity lighthouse of radiance illuminating her patch of uninspiring platform concrete as if a shaft of sunlight from the Mediterranean warmth to the Confederacy of the mountains had somehow pierced the pervading gloom over Zurich.
Miranda found herself fascinated by the girl. She looked Italian. The long whisker was so dreary as to be nearly sinister and it framed a human face of almost exquisite loveliness. She was slender but with perfectly proportioned curve ball and long slim legs terminating in shapely feet in open, gamy heeled sandals. Her fall soft short, white and mauve summertime dress seemed incongruous as if, arriving from warmer climes ; cypher had thought to mention to her that it could be cold on this English of the alp. Her only concession to the disconsolate weather was a light shawl about her shoulders and the neckline of her dress plunged into a cryptic vee that exposed her long graceful neck, adorned with a curious pendant in white atomic number 79, and the enticing vale of her cleavage. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Yet, to Miranda watching her covertly from the nook of her eye, from her relatively concealed localisation behind a mainstay, it wasn't simply the undoubted beauty of the girl that so captured one's care. There was something feline about her ; feline in a predatory manner, as if she was prowling, her eyes constantly darting over the landscape painting seeking prey. In the gloomy atmosphere of the station most citizenry were subject matter to keep themselves to themselves and turn away their gaze from others. This girl was fully alert however ; her senses attuned and wired. You could almost fancy that you saw her anterior naris flaring as she tried to hitch some scent ; her eyes like restless beams scanning her surround, stalking her quarry.
Even to the most weary of sensitiveness, the nature of the girl's prey was see-through. There was an electrifying sensuality about this girl ; a hedonistic craziness in her sex. It showed in the way she smoothed the hem of her dress sensually against her ramification ; the way she brushed a lock of her haircloth back into side, pausing to stroke it in evident enjoyment ; the lead of a pout in those lovely lips and the smoky lustre to her huge eyes as pleasurable thoughts crossed her psyche. This was a miss enslaved by her senses, so in thrall to her sensuality that even a cold Mon night in Zurich Hauptbahnhof was a potential vacation spot for pleasure ; a hunting priming for the gratification of her all consuming libido.
There was little reach for the predatory instincts of the wickedness 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 weightiness of a heavy suitcase and Miranda saw the wickedness haired girl come instantly to attention, riveting her gaze upon the girl and with a wry smile playing about her lip. In a prickle bolt of lightning of electrical shock Miranda recognised the girlfriend's prey ; saw to an instant the moment when the iniquity haired girl 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 breath as it seemed the girl was about to realize a move ; offer to help the girl with her bag. Then there as a tin whistle and the blonde girl dropped her bag to wave. A young man was hurrying along the platform. Obviously the boyfriend, he gathered the blond in his blazonry to kiss her fondly before picking up her bag and leading her away with an arm about her waist. The shadow haired girl backed away ; the dashing hopes evident in her face.
"She's a sapphic !"thought Miranda to herself, sure of it, and despaired that the realisation gave her such a kick of fervour. Miranda didn't want to consider herself a gay woman. She had, after all, just emerged, barely inviolate, from a relationship of some 14 months 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 ineptitude of them. Yet the sudden realisation that the beautiful dark haired siren stalking the unattractive environs of platform four was out hunting for pretty daughter sent a shiver of long suppressed forbidden hotshot coursing through her. She felt a flower of warmth ascent to her boldness and for a pass sec she wanted the wickedness haired girl to notice her ; wanted to see that Saame tone on her aspect 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 intellection. What on earth would she do if the miss did clear a move 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 fille would be concerned in her anyway ? It was an unworthy mentation because Miranda was a warmly beautiful girl in her own right. Her cushy brown hair with its rude Wave was the support to a gentle face of demure attractive force ; not overtly seductive but open and friendly with sweet, hazel coloured eyes of trusting passion and shyness. Her jolly blouse and knee length doll clung to a frame of gentle curved shape and slender waist and her hands were long and medium. She was a beautiful young lady but a series of calamitous kinship had seriously eroded her feeling in that looker ; irreparably as it seemed to her. Timidly she cowered back behind her pillar and stave in to master the curious longing within her.
In the import that Miranda was alone and habit to see herself with brutal money plant, she recognised that there was a character of her that was by no means unmoved by the draw of a beautiful woman. She was honest enough too to admit to herself that her admiration of feminine knockout went well beyond dispassionate, aesthetic hold. She desired it. In a fundamental part of her that she had never dared allow emerge, Miranda had a mystifying sit down desire for the touch of a woman's skin against her own ; their lips upon hers ; her caresses upon their trunk and the cerebrovascular accident of their fingerbreadth upon hers. Very occasionally she allowed herself guiltily to daydream about it and if her revery led in the privateness of her own way to languid speck, stroking herself in stimulation, then she never told any of her supporter of her cloak-and-dagger yearnings. Miranda came of a morally conservative desktop in which such things were serious temptations. She had certainly never acted upon such temptation and keep open them firmly locked from eyeshot. nonentity suspected them of her and, if her sexual relationships with the few men in her life had proved unsatisfactory and unfulfilling in comparison to her secret fantasies, she kept this side of her hidden and suppressed. Only at such moments as these with the sight of an alluringly seductive dish on the hunt club would these concealed opinion within her well up and demand gratification.
Miranda's attention was diverted by the approaching of a train at the program and the mundane flavor 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 train to Bellinzona where she was obliged to change to the topical anesthetic train to Locarno ; her final destination. It would be a prospicient dark. Her railroad train wouldn't arrive in Bellinzona until nearly a one-fourth to one in the sunup and she wouldn't be in Locarno until ten past. Her ally Alex, upon whom she was relying on for accommodation, worked late in a bar in Ascona a few kilometres away. He had told her to phone him on her Mobile River when she reached Locarno and he would come and pick her up. Alex was an old acquaintance and entirely sympathetic when she'd phoned him and told him she needed to get away for a few daytime ; a few daylight to select stock of her living and the unmistakable topsy-turvydom it which it had seemingly descended with the demise of her Holocene relationship.
Miranda saw the dark haired young lady nibble up her travelling bag. She had a small grip on wheels and what appeared to be a large photographic camera case. Miranda shouldered her own bag and moved toward the train. From the turning point of her eye she saw the wickedness haired girl pause at the platform edge to let a passenger to debark. It was then that her persistently questing eyes saw Miranda. Miranda knew instantly that the young woman had seen her. In seclusion behind her tower Miranda had been hidden previously from the fille but now the girlfriend saw her and the beckoning spread out room access of the railway carriage was momentarily forgotten as she followed Miranda with her heart. Miranda glanced at her and regretted it instantly for the girl was staring straight at her and caught her eye. She inclined her head and smiled ; an formulation of precarious invitation. Miranda looked away sharply and blushed to the origin of her fuzz. Hastily she mounted the train.
The train was very nearly empty. There were a few hoi polloi scattered about in second class but it was even quieter in the carriage to which Miranda took her bags. Wanting some privateness with her thoughts Miranda, in a haste of lavishness, had purchased a showtime class slate. Her quest for solitude had been successful. She was the only rider in the whole carriage. Miranda found a seat, stowed her bag on the overhead wrack and took off her jacket, shaking a few drop-off 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 just Koran she was obliged to squeal ; a poorly penned and rather unconvincing romance ; but it was all she'd had to hand when making her sudden impetuous decision to take flight Confederate States for a few Clarence Day. She took a can of nose candy from her bag to rank on the little shelf by the window and placed alongside it a rather unappetising cheese sandwich she'd bought at the station buffet. There was no snack counter or eating house car on the late night train to Chiasso.
She took her Word in her helping hand and stared out of the windowpane at the program as the geartrain driver welcomed the passengers aboard the 22.09 to Chiasso in a bore voice over the internal P.A scheme. Feeling disconsolate and dissatisfied Miranda stared out of the windowpane at the political platform with a sigh. The platform was empty apart from the conductor with his baton checking that the concluding passengers were aboard before signalling to the driver to quit. There was no sign of the dark haired daughter. She must deliver boarded the train. Idly Miranda thought of taking a pass the length of the string on some pretense to see if she could spy the girl again but she knew she would never dare. These were belief she'd spend half her life running away from. She was hardly about to abandon the use tonight ; not on a night when she was already running away.
Fleeing from the realities of her life was something she was getting rather good at lately, Miranda thought to herself ruefully. The vacuum of her little studio and the miserable weather that had persisted for days now had exacerbated her loneliness to the point of breaking. The sympathy of her friend had been genuine and well meaning but it had not comforted her for she felt it misguided and undeserved. They had been full of solace and pity for her and eager to allocate blame for the prostration of her relationship upon her boyfriend. Miranda had been unable to evidence them that their loyalty was misplaced and their analysis unjust. In the honorable kernel of her soul Miranda knew that it was she who was to blame for the failure of the family relationship ; a loser she could attribute directly to those desires she so carefully concealed from the world. Her family 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 truth. Her subterfuge had been brilliant and completely convincing but it was still a lie and it left a bleakness in her heart ; a gnawing cognisance of her dishonesty and lip service, eating at her self admiration and horse sense of worth.
terminal night had been the breaking spot. Some friends had taken her out to dinner to"cheerfulness her up ”. It had been a frightful ordeal for Miranda. She had listened to her friend berating her ex-boyfriend for his idiocy and conduct and Miranda had hated herself for not contradicting them or candidly informing them that her swain had in fact been inculpable and merely the latest dupe of the muddiness of Miranda's sexuality. She had simply been unable to talk to them about it ; unable to separate them the Sojourner Truth. Somehow, in her deception and self denial, she had felt more lonely than ever. One boy among her friends had even intimated that if she needed mortal to take a hop back on then he would be more than well-chosen to oblige and Miranda had thanked him and felt more wretched than ever. She had returned back to the hollow bleakness of her empty studio and cried herself to log Z's. She had tried to work on her new article throughout the following day but had finally broken down and look for dodging. It was then she had thought of Alex.
Alex was an old college protagonist and Miranda had been close to him. Of all the men in her animation Alex was the one outstanding male person that she could talk to without the ramification of gender. Alex was gay and flamboyantly open and contented to be so. He treated Miranda with the affection of a love babe not at all concerned about any sexual drawing card to her. She had sometimes used his shoulder to cry on and he had always been kind and non-judgemental with her. Two long time ago he had moved to Ascona to live with his young man and a stable reference stop in Miranda's spirit had been taken from her. This evening, in this crisis of her biography, Miranda had dug out his long neglected telephone phone number and called him. He had told her to load down her base and come down to Ascona. It was low conditions on the Union face of the Alps but in the Confederacy, beyond the climatic dividing seam of the great mountains, the land was full of Mediterranean sunlight. It was XXX degrees in Ascona. Come down he'd urged her, get down and spend a few days while you get your straits back together. Miranda had had just enough clock time to take a few belongings, take a streetcar into Ithiel Town and catch the 22.09 gear bearing Confederacy through the Gotthard walk to see the sun beyond.
The conductor blew his whistle and stepped aboard the train. There was a hiss of flat air and the threshold clattered shut before the string, with a stumble, began its courtly forward motion out of the post. Miranda glanced at the clock on the platform as they passed. It was exactly 22.09. Weather nonetheless, Swiss trains ran with almost metronomic preciseness. Clear of the station awnings, the rain battered against the windowpane as the train picked up speed. The passing light source of Zurich were blurred in the dirty streak through which Miranda peered. Before long the dimly illuminated suburbs were passing in a blur of unconnected Inner Light and the train plunged into the obscuring wickedness of the countryside. With cipher more to harbour her aid beyond the windowpane of her fountainhead lit and warmly go-cart Miranda turned to her Holy Scripture and opened at her pageboy. She couldn't dressed ore. The words seemed meaningless ; picayune and unconnected to world.
"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 girl was stood in the aisle behind her and looking down at her with a grinning that Miranda would later determine was somewhere up around the Anglesea Island Lisa military rank on the enigmatical scale.
"Er do I acknowledge you ?"asked Miranda in mental confusion. She could give kicked herself. It sounded fatuous as soon as she said it.
A long lazy smiling spread over the female child's cheek."Not yet Caro but we have a caravan journey before us to study to know one another."The girl spoke perfectly good German but with an entrancing Italian speech pattern."You sit here all alone Bella. This is sad no ? On moth-eaten lonesome Nox mass should keep each other company. May I join you ?"
Miranda looked at her in desperation. Every other seat in the carriage was discharge but the daughter wanted to sit with her. Evidently it had been her intent from the first. She was still carrying her luggage. She must have scoured the distance of the train looking for Miranda."I ... I'm afraid I'm not very effective company tonight."Miranda told her apologetically.
Most early multitude would ingest taken that as a diplomatic way to be told that the person wanted privateness but the dark haired girl seemed not at all fazed by the seeming rejection."Let me be the evaluator of the quality of your party Caro."she told Miranda with a smile. Before Miranda could say another give-and-take the daughter had hefted her traveling bag onto the rack and swung easily into the seat opposite word. Miranda blinked at the horrid ruthlessness with which the girl had invited herself into her infinite but her ingrained Swiss courtesy forbade any objection. The girl placed her fingertips together on her lips and regarded Miranda with such a sensually appraising regard that it took Miranda's breath away."Now how shall we embark on to know each other ?"she asked Miranda ; her vox carrying volumes of import and intimation within its fat contralto.
"I ... I don't know."Miranda squeaked and nearly groaned as soon as the quarrel had left her mouth. She seemed destined to depend like a complete idiot in forepart of this hypnotic seductress.
"figure are good."the girl noted with amusement."Mine is Rozella. You ?"
"Er Miranda."
Rozella nodded in recondite satisfaction."It is a adept epithet. It is from the Latin. It means one worthy to be admired. It causa you Miranda with the beautiful hazel eyes."
Miranda swallowed, transfixed under Rozella's regular gaze, and tried to cogitate of something less stock to say."Er well I'm ... er pleased to meet you Rozella."
"And I am very please to meet you Miranda. I hope that you are taking a long journey tonight."
Miranda bit her lip ; out of her depth with this woman."Oh just to Locarno."
Rozella clapped her hand together in delight."Why this is perfect ! I travel to Locarno too. We will plowshare our journey 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 mood quite unlike the northward of Switzerland. It was Italian in culture, architecture and cuisine and Italian was the terminology spoken there. Many said it was just care Italy in fact except that everything was plumb and the trains ran on prison term. Rozella graced Miranda with that languid smiling once more."And what takes you Miranda, at so late an hr, to the Ticino ?"
"Oh er just a suspension you know. I ... I er needed to get away from things for a few days."
Rozella raised a quizzical brow."Ah ! Do I detect a narration ? What"thing"are you getting away from ?"
Miranda lowered her eyes and blushed, hating herself for hot flash of blood line in her impudence. Rozella seemed pleased ; finding Miranda's bloom endearing. Miranda waved her hired hand foolishly."Oh er just things you know."she mumbled tritely. Rozella's eyes sparkled ; her pursuit increasing by the min.
Miranda was saved from further overplus by the arrival of the conductor in the posture."Tickets please."he intoned and Rozella took the opportunity gratefully to rummage in her handbag for her tag. The conductor punched her slate and handed it back."Change in Bellinzona."he told her.
"Yes. Thank you."
The conductor took Rozella's ticket and frowned."This is a first class compartment Fraulein. You only have a irregular year tag !"
Smoothly Rozella withdrew a pair of banknotes from her purse."Then I will pay the difference Signor."
The conductor looked at her in surprise."But there's deal of room in second class."he told her.
"Si, but not such good company. I will pay the difference."
"Oh you don't have to go to all that disbursal just to keep back me company Rozella."Miranda protested hopefully.
"It is nothing ! A trifle ! I would count your company cheap at ten times the price Caro !"
The conductor shuffled his metrical foot uncomfortably."Well in that typesetter's 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 feeling at Miranda. Miranda had never before in her spirit been subjected to such a penetrating scrutiny. She felt as if Rozella was undressing her with her eyes and the persuasion of that brought more treacherous blush to her face. She could suppose herself naked ; helpless before this woman's avarice."So where do you detain in Locarno Miranda ?"asked Rozella at last.
"Oh I'm staying in Ascona actually. A protagonist of mine is picking me up in Locarno."
Rozella raised that eyebrow that seemed characteristic of her."A protagonist ? A special champion perhaps ?"
Miranda shook her head."Oh no ! I mean well yes he is a special friend but .... well he's just a admirer. I ... I know him from college ...."Miranda tailed off, aware that she was beginning to babble.
"And is there a special friend in your animation 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 individual you have lost ? You are wounded in love life 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 regard and intrusive questions but there was something about this girl that made her very hard to lie to."wellspring yes,"she confessed at concluding."I suppose it is."
"Povero te ! You inadequate thing. So this is why you hide yourself on this gearing Caro. You run from a break off heart ! I must be very kind to you."
Miranda laughed in embarrassment."Oh you don't have to be form to me Rozella ! I mean it's none of your business really is it ?"
Rozella looked at her seriously."Miranda bella ! Beautiful girls are always my business concern ! I am a photographer .... I photograph beautiful girls. 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 girl who broke your heart ... she lives in Zurich ?"
Miranda jumped like a trout on a hook."I never said it was a girl Rozella !"she protested heatedly.
Rozella returned to her enigmatical mode."It was not a girl ?"
"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 braggadocio in entertainment. It seemed she was trying not to laugh."Then it is time you did Miranda !"
"I beg your pardon !"
"I said perhaps it is time you had a girlfriend Caro. Perhaps then you have nada 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 cushion."I'm sorry ?"It was all she could think of to say. Being called a prevaricator to her brass by a stark stranger was a unequaled experience to her.
"I said"liar"Miranda ! Don't pretend 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 wholeness questioned by somebody I've never met before !"
Rozella grinned at her."You look precious when you are angry bella !"she told Miranda.
"That will do Rozella ! You've gone far enough ! When you came to fall in me I didn't expect you to poke into my privacy and insult 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 decently Miranda. I am a bad girl."She lifted a fingerbreadth."But I am honorable Miranda. I know what I am and I do not pretend to be anything else. You though .... you say affair but you know they are not true. I think perhaps you say these affair to many hoi polloi. Maybe they believe you."Rozella fixed her in a penetrating regard."But me ? No Bella ! You can not lie to me. I see too much."
Miranda took a deep breathing place."You have a very heights opinion of your brainwave into total strangers Rozella ! I don't see why you should intend I'm lying to you."
Rozella shrugged with a grin."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 nuance ; body language ; the little polarity by which a mortal betrays their humour and thoughts. You are not very good at hiding those things Miranda. You are a liar but not a very honorable one !"
Miranda shook her capitulum in exasperation."This conversation is absurd ! What potential evidence can you bear for calling me a liar ?"
"Because your countersign say one thing, but your physical structure tells me something else Miranda."
Miranda huffed in outrage."Well then I suggest you not look at my dead body Rozella !"she remarked haughtily.
"Ah now you ask too much ! I am what I am and it is my nature to calculate at body as beautiful as yours ; look at them and desire them. You are so very beautiful my picayune liar ! So very worthy ! You have hair to be held against the peel ; a boldness that needs to be stroked ; rim that demand to be kissed ; a dead body that cries out for caresses. Why do you withhold these pleasure with your light-headed minuscule lies ?"
Miranda trembled. Rozella's voice had descended into a low and thrilling sultry tone."I've never heard anything like ...."she began defensively.
Rozella reclined in her seat and adopted a deliberately provocative pose."Do you find me beautiful Caro ?"she asked in a low vibrato.
Miranda swallowed."Well I'm sure near people would say that you're a very somewhat girl Rozella."She ventured hesitantly.
"Ah but you Caro ? Do you rule me beautiful ?"Rozella stroked a hand the length of her body seductively."Does my body please you ? Are my peg soft and alluring ? Are my breasts shapely ? Do you intend I am attractive ?"
"I think you're very vain !"
Rozella laughed delightedly."Ah yes ! That too ! But pamper me a little. Look at me ... really seem 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 secernate 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 pupils dilate, your body trembles and your lips parting in desire. Do not try to deny it Miranda. Do you think I don't know that if I laid my paw on your boob I would rule your tit hard to my touch and there ..."Rozella paused to glance down at Miranda's crutch and laughed as she hastily pulled her skirt down over her knees."Oh yes there ! Do you cogitate me so stupid that I would not know that already you are moist ; moist and swollen in that little 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 mean ?"Miranda's spokesperson sounded high and unnatural even to her.
"Because you have lied Miranda. You have lied too retentive 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 missy. But it was forbidden to you wasn't it ? You had to avert your gaze and blot out behind your lies. Perhaps you have friends who are girls and you dared not let them see that you looked at them and desired their bodies. Perhaps there were confrere at oeuvre you yearned to bear on but had to restrain yourself. Did this boy you had have any musical theme that you lay with him but opinion of other women ? Is that why you finished with him Miranda ? Energy anybody else have it off your confidential my lovely ? Is this why you run away tonight ?"
"That's ridiculous !"Miranda protested but she knew her words were vapourous 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 char you find to beautiful that you are allowed to look at ! Perhaps for the first clip here is somebody who not only is not offended if you look at them but welcomes it. You can look at me openly ; look up to me : desire me : without care. I want you to search at me. I am not those early people in your lifespan. nobody but you and I need know that you lust for my body. We may bequeath this gearing tonight and never see each early again. This is safe Miranda. You can allow yourself the joy of looking at me and know that I welcome your care. And when we part it was just our piffling secret ; a few import of pleasance to be enjoyed without awe on a dark wet night."
Miranda was breathing heavily, entranced by this unsufferable woman before her."You ... you are very lovely."she conceded at last in a hoarse whisper.
Rozella's nerve lit up in a radiant smile."Ah we make onward motion ! Thank you my little treasure. Now we understand each early why don't you sit back and unbend ?"
"Relax ?"
"Si ! Relax. Sit back in your seat, put your book aside and banquet your middle. Think of me as a box of coffee ; a hangdog joy to indulge yourself in when nobody else is watching."
Miranda leaned back hesitantly."Wh ... what are you going to do ?"
"Just giving you a trivial goody for your eyes Caro. Now sit back and enjoy !"With that Rozella began to stroke her workforce over her own body as Miranda watched in hypnotised fascination. Rozella's eyes never left her as she caressed herself ; stroking a finger down her cleavage and cupping a chest in her helping hand. She was a consummate seductress and Miranda's throat was dry as she stared at her. The charwoman was exorbitant but Miranda could not tear her centre away. Rozella lifted a leg and let the easygoing textile of her dress descent away to reveal a long length on inviting second joint."Do you like my stage Caro ?"she whispered softly. Miranda nodded numbly and Rozella smiled as she ran her script up her thigh pushing her dress up until Miranda could see the curve of her bottom of the inning and a glimpse of mauve knee breeches. Miranda squeezed her own thigh together tightly feeling her mounting arousal. Rozella saw the action and laughed softly. Slowly and teasingly she parted her peg and ran her bridge player along her inner second joint until her fingers rested on the fabric of her knickers.
Miranda was startled out of her spell by a musical gong in the equipage and the vocalization of the device driver over the PA announcing their imminent reaching at their next station. She glanced around nervously."Pull your frock 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 work-shy finger in piffling R-2 over her nipple. Rozella wore no bra under her halter cervix dress it was apparent. Her rear nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. Miranda averted her gaze as they pulled into the station. Through the rainfall streaked window she could see only two people on the chopine waiting for the gearing. Obviously they were second class passengers. Nobody came into their go-cart. At 22.31 precisely the train lurched once more out of the station.
"So now Caro !"Rozella purred at her."We have over 20 second before our next diaphragm ! Are you sitting comfortably ?"
Miranda gripped her hands together in agitation."You're loony ! What if somebody comes in ?"
"You worry too much tessorucio ! Relax ! You are enjoying the appearance no ?"
"You are completely dotty !"
"Oh yes ! But so much More fun don't you think ?"
"Oh Christ !"
Rozella laughed and, in a single fluid motion, laid herself out lengthways on her face along the total distance of the seats facing Miranda."Now that is better."She remarked in atonement and once again began her languid caressing. Miranda watched her, terrified that somebody would enter the carriage but still ineffectual to perpetrate her middle away or to still the pressing aching in her own dead body. Rozella parted her lips and ran her spit slowly across them as she raised her left leg and allowed the hem of her frock to slip up her thigh to coxa. heedful to afford Miranda a goodness sentiment she pulled her garb out of the way. Her mauve knickers had petite little ribbons on the side and a frivolous bow at the front. Miranda sat on her hands fighting the despairing itch to foil the space between them to stroke those slick legs. Astounded by the audacity of the fair sex, she watched as Rozella stroked the interior of her second joint and came to catch one's breath her handwriting on her crutch between her outstretched legs. Very deliberately Rozella allowed a little sigh to escape her mouth as she began to caress herself there ; her fingers rubbing gently at the satin knickers. She closed her middle slightly and lowered her principal onto the seat bank, her surplus hand lifting up to cup her chest and fondle it through the material of her dress.
Miranda's heart was pounding in her chest as she watched Rozella wantonly stroke her sex. She held her hint as Rozella lifted her dress higher and lifted her deal to the shaving of flesh revealed above her knickers. Rozella opened her eyes and stared directly into Miranda's as she paused teasingly. With a sluggish smile, she slid her hand down under the girdle of her knickers and shuddered softly as her questing finger found the damp, warmth below."kibosh it Rozella !"whispered Miranda almost as if fearful that somebody might hear her in the empty carriage.
Rozella gave a little pant and her fingers quickened at her sex."Too tardy Bella !"she breathed hoarsely, the nerve of her face suffusing with the pink of arousal."I can not serve myself ! You have captured me ! You have bewitched me with your eyes on my consistence and I can no longer help myself. I am yours ! I am your plaything. I can only deliver myself for the gratification of your pleasure."With a small moan Rozella slipped her leave behind deal under her garb and eased her white meat clear, to grip it tightly as her right hand moved ever more urgently beneath her pants.
Desperately Miranda leaned out to look along the gangway between the hindquarters to reassure herself that they were indeed unparalleled before wrenching her eyes back to Rozella who was now beginning to squirm alarmingly as she rubbed herself. Miranda felt the quickening throb between her leg as her own foreplay mounted and she shifted position awkwardly as she felt the dampness in her bulwark. Her centre darted between Rozella's knickerbockers, the ripe full titty with its pert brown nipple and the pin-up face now abandoned to lust as Rozella masturbated uninhibitedly in strawman of her. It was wild ; it was madness ; it was exhibitionist to the point of insanity and it was quite the most erotic thing Miranda had ever cast heart upon. Rozella was panting now and her soft vociferation becoming louder by the endorse. Both in fascination and fear Miranda wondered if Rozella was about to ingest an sexual climax in movement of her but she was beyond protesting or trying to restrain her. She decided that Rozella probably would climax. There seemed no outrageousness this girl was incapable of !
Then suddenly Rozella stopped with her breast heaving. She withdrew her hand from her pants and sat upright. Fixing Miranda with her oculus she raised her flop hand to show Miranda her fingers glistening softly with the dampness from her sex still on them. Miranda swallowed sharply as Rozella lifted her hired man to her mouth and began to lick her fingers."You are completely mad !"Miranda breathed exasperatedly.
Rozella grinned at her and, using both hands eased her boob clear of her wearing apparel to fondle them, her middle watching Miranda carefully. Her breasts were exquisite. Miranda was entranced by them."Do you like my titty caro ?"Rozella asked seductively.
"Th ... they're very overnice !"croaked Miranda with what she instantly decided was the most vacuous cliche she had yet managed in her short friend with this maddening woman.
"Would you like to kiss them ?"
"Oh messiah !"Before Miranda could cogitate of anything sensible to say the infuriating chime of the train's PA system sounded to antedate the driver once more announcing their get along comer at a station. Miranda let out her breath in a gasp."Oh God we're in Arth-Goldau !"The time seemed to hold flown by since Zug.
Rozella replaced her breasts in her dress with a joke."Perhaps later then petty one. After Arth-Goldau there are only two slight villages between us and the Gotthard tunnel. A lot can happen in the climb up to the passport !"
Miranda wiped a deal across her forehead."Oh God ! This is the maddest affair I've ever done in my life !"
"Ah there is time yet !"Rozella glanced out of the window. They were just pulling into the post. Rozella grinned in sudden decision."I want to pay you a present caro."
"What variety of present ?"In response Rozella lifted herself off her seat and reached under her dress to slide her knickers down her legs."What the hell are you doing ?"Miranda protested in a hoarse whisper.
Rozella ignored her and pulled her knickerbockers down to her ankles. For a second they became entangled in the high dog 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 knickerbockers for ?"
"A souvenir my afters ! A souvenir to remember me by and our niggling brush on a train one wet Monday dark. When you are alone in your bed and thinking amorous thoughts you can accept 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 following to my most private component part as I masturbated for your entertainment. Here ! Take them !"
"I can't shoot your damn bloomers !"
"If you do not I will hold them up to the windowpane and show the human race what picayune game we have been playing !"
"You blackmailing .... Oh hellhole move over them here then !"Miranda snatched the offending item. They were damp to her hint and she could wind the female aroma of Rozella still on them.
Rozella smoothed her frock down and sat back in atonement. There now ! See what advantage you have taken of a miserable innocent missy travelling alone at your clemency ! You have me completely naked now under this dress. My reputation is ruined !"
"You ... you ..."Miranda could think of naught to express her outraged indignation.
"All ticket from Arth-Goldau please !"Miranda leapt with a scratch. The music director seemed to hold 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 sight, blushing furiously. Rozella stifled a piddling giggle."Anybody else get in this perambulator ladies ?"the conductor asked conversationally, peering down the aisle.
Miranda shook her head vigorously."No ! No ... nobody."she told him breathlessly.
The man nodded in acknowledgment."Well I can't see many Sir Thomas More people getting on the string tonight."he observed casually."So I guess you're in for a tranquillity journey."
Rozella smiled at him wickedly."Molto buono ! We are enjoying the privacy of our caller !"Miranda glared at her.
The music director nodded once more, his look unreadable."Well I shall leave you two ladies in peace of mind then."he left the carriage. The train pulled out once more. It was five min to eleven.
"Now then caro, where were we ?"asked Rozella with a mischievous grin.
"I think we were at the point of fully confirming that you should be taken away and locked up in a nunnery !"
Rozella's center lit up."Hmmm ! I like this idea !"
Miranda laughed suddenly."Oh God no ! No ... forget that ! Bad estimate ! Let you loose in a nunnery ? God there'd be butchery !"
Rozella grinned at her."You should laugh more often caro. You are too grave. laughter becomes you."
"I don't often meet people as crazy as you Rozella."
"Then you should. Life is too precious to waste in being sober all the time. It is practiced to see you smile."
And grinning Miranda did ; acknowledging the jurist in Rozella's words. She had been sad for too long. She had known this woman for only an hour but she had made her flavor more alive than she had felt for years. She was maddening, infuriating and outraged every signified of decency in Miranda but she was beginning to care her. Trying to campaign aside such strange mentation Miranda gazed out of the windowpane. It was hawk blackamoor but the rain hammered at the ice."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 creative thinker Rozella !"
"And we have less than twenty instant before Erstfeld caro. fourth dimension flies so answer my interrogative sentence. Have I excited you ? Are you wet between your legs ?"
"I ... I might be."guess Miranda austerely.
"So I must try harder !"Rozella said with a smile."I am wet !"she added by way of an afterthought.
"I did notice ! Your breeches were sopping !"
Rozella laughed and then with another of the sudden fluid motion that always caught Miranda by surprisal she turned around to kneel on the seat with her back to Miranda. She leaned forward and parted her legs. Slowly she raised her dress until it was above her waist, displaying her nudity. Her vulva was dilated and glistening with moisture. She ran a finger into her scissure 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 ! facial expression at you ! Showing me your pussycat without a shred of disgrace !"
Rozella pouted at her."What is wrong with my pussy ? Don't you like it ? Is it not pretty ?"
Tickled by the absurdity of it, Miranda laughed aloud."I don't really know Rozella ! I mean it's not something I've had much experience of, examining another girl's region ! 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"apology me do you listen if I conduct an examination of your slit ... purely in a spirit of aesthetic, academic interest you understand !"
"Well then look at mine. Go ahead ! Take a ending look. Here I will make it easy for you."Rozella leaned further forward and parted her branch even more. With her hands she pulled her buttocks apart to display herself Thomas More clearly.
Miranda could reckon of nothing capture to say and she found becoming interested in spite 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 black folds of the outer lips contrasting with the shining pink, moist inner sanctum sanctorum were actually quite appealing. There was a trickle of fluid from the vaginal opening and she could see the nub of Rozella's engorged clitoris quite plainly. The skin looked velvety and slip with dampness. She was so fluid there. She noticed that Rozella evidently waxed herself for there was no pubic hair visible. She wanted to progress to out and tint her ; feel the softness of her sex and knew that if she did she would wreak gasps and moan 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 poring over."She's an exhibitionist."thought Miranda to herself."She loves doing this ! She loves exposing herself and having other multitude watch her perform."Even as she thought it, Rozella's stimulation got the better of her and she ran a hand between her legs and began to stroke herself again. She buried her aspect in the hindquarters and her breath quickened and deepened. Soon she was emitting voiced watchword and slight sobs. Miranda began to hope that she would orgasm ; wanted to see her in the throe of climax. Miranda's own excitement started to grapple keep of her. Her nipples were so hard that they hurt and she felt the slick wetness inside her pants. With Rozella's middle off her she succumbed to the temptation to overturn her annulus and run her hired man through to her own sex ; squeezing the forepart of her knickers and feeling the heat within the silk. She groped away inside her knickers and touched herself. She shivered at the liaison and a small gasp escaped her pharynx.
Rozella heard the sound and turned to look. Miranda snatched her hand away but Rozella had seen her. Slowly she smiled."So caro ! I have you excited !"
Miranda pulled her apparel down in overplus."Oh God ! I don't believe this !"
"Don't be shy amore mio ! It is good that you become excited."
"Oh God you're insufferable ! What would you ingest done with your journey if I wasn't there to tickle your libido ? Don't severalize me that you'd have whiled the hours away working on the crossword puzzle puzzler !"
Rozella grinned and turned to confront 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 miniature 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 metre on train journeying when there's no skirt available !"
Rozella smiled hugely."But of course ! Here let me show you !"Miranda stared blankly, her head swimming as Rozella fumbled in her handbag."Here we are !"Triumphantly Rozella held up a tumid pink dildo of some flexible plastic material. The dick of the object was corrugated with raised ridgepole and there was an university extension on top clearly designed to arouse the clitoris while the main putz penetrated the vagina. Evidently it was battery operated too for there was a electric switch and a pitch control on the base.
Miranda stared at the matter in disbelief."You use that on yourself ?"
"Yes of course of study. You would like to see perhaps."
"I ... I ... .oh for God's sake we're pulling into Erstfeld ! But that bloody thing away for Christ's interest !"
Rozella pulled her dress down and concealed the dildo under her garb."There now ! Out of sight !"she placed her tongue in her buttock slyly."But not out of thinker ! 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 bass breathing place."fountainhead ...."she cleared her throat,"I ... I suppose it might be quite diverting."
Rozella laughed happily."Well then we shall take a diversion on our way into the mountains !"She raised a finger."But I warn you caro. I shall want defrayment for your entertainment !"
"What kind of defrayment ?"
"Just a lilliputian something from you. A picayune gift for my pleasure."
"Oh Christ ! Now what ?"
"Ah be affected role caro. You will see !"
The station at Erstfeld was bleak and uncongenial with gusting malarky and teeming rainwater. There were no passengers waiting. At a quarter past eleven the train began its long climbing into the dark of the mess. This was the last ascent to the Gotthard tunnel at over eleven one hundred beat above sea level. The train's tone changed as it powered up to take the gradient, ascending through a serial of spiralled loops cut into the mountainside and plunging in and out of burrow as it climbed ; labouring its way towards the Northern vena portae of the gravid 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 orgasm of the night.
No sooner 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 hold you to the bargain you agreed upon !"
"I haven't agreed to anything !"
"Ah now you lie again ! I thought we were yesteryear 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 assure me that my body said everything for me !"
Rozella chuckled softly."Ah caro you begin to instruct I see !"
Miranda glared at her."What blasted bargain is this anyway ?"
"I want a present from you."
"What sorting of damn award ?"
"I want your pants !"
"WHAT !"
"No need to blackguard caro ! You heard me. I want your knickers. You have mine now I want yours in return."
"Oh for heaven's sake !"
"Come along now my sweet. It is a fair exchange."
"What is this for you ? Some form of trophy Richard Morris Hunt or something ?"
"Please caro. It is just a fiddling token for my joy. Please give them to me."
"Oh for God's sake !"
"Just to delight me caro."
Oh alright for Heaven's sake !"Miranda raised her bottom to luxate her knickerbockers 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 detail with visible pleasure."Oh I am never satisfied !"she purred as she held Miranda's knickers to her face, rubbing them on her boldness and smelling them in slap-up use. Delicately she touched her tongue to the inside."You taste nice."She told Miranda. Miranda just gaped at her ineffective to speak."Now go up your skirt."Rozella commanded.
"What ? Are you crazy ?"
"cosmetic surgery your bird and spread your legs."Rozella told her insistently."I want to see you."
"Oh underworld !"but Miranda complied shyly.
Rozella inclined her head to see the intimately and smiled in satisfaction."Now stay like that !"she ordered."Now I give you your reward !"With that she began to lick the dildo and drawing it into her sass ; lubricating it with her saliva ; her optic never wavering from Miranda's exposed sex. She adjusted the switch at the base of the dildo. The low hum was audible even over the clatter of the railing beneath their understructure. She passed it to her sex and stroked it against the pitcher's mound of her clitoris, her breath coming in pants as the vibrations stimulated her to greater arousal. Miranda held her hint as Rozella turned the tip of the dildo to opening of her vagina. It was so thick and recollective Miranda couldn't believe that Rozella could take the matter inside her. She was unseasonable. With an instant pressure, Rozella eased the dildo in, gasping loudly as she penetrated herself. She drove it habitation relentlessly until she had taken its wide-cut distance inside her. Miranda felt perspiration respite out on her os frontale. Rozella was crying aloud with what could be pain or what could be pleasance ; it was impossible to tell. She pulled her breasts from her garb with her devoid hand and began to knead them urgently. Then she began to thrust with the dildo, driving it toilsome and harder into her sex.
They plunged into a tunnel and the hollo of the train inside the tunnel was a thanksgiving for it masked the sobbing cry of Rozella as she writhed on the dildo impaling her. She threw her oral sex back and closed her heart, 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 manus 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 lustfulness. Feverishly she found herself pulling her blouse out of her chick and hefting it above her boob. She pulled them from her bra to grip them as she abandoned circumspection in the rising heat of her passion. She was close to orgasm but she compelled herself to ease off. For some reasonableness she was at a departure to excuse she wanted to do as Rozella did ; plowshare the flood tide with her.
The geartrain plunged on into the Night climbing higher and higher carrying the minuscule tableau vivant toward some period of no return high in the wad. Miranda was almost whimpering in frustration as she waited for Rozella to climax. At the Saami metre she was beginning to fear that climax. Rozella's passion was becoming almost violent now as she convulsed on the seat before Miranda. Miranda began to venerate that Rozella's cries could now be heard back in mo 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 edge.
The PA organisation chimed merrily."noblewoman and man we are arriving at Goschenen. Goschenen your next stop."Miranda jumped up in panic. Goschenen was the endure closure this side of the mickle right at the oral cavity of the Gotthard tunnel.
Miranda pulled her blouse and parry down desperately trying to repair her appearance."Rozella ! diaphragm ! For the love of God stop ! We're coming into Goshenen ! For God's sake stop !"But it was too tardy. Rozella at the very height of her need could not stop. Even as the train slowed toward the station her climax exploded. In panic Miranda leapt across the gap between the prat and grasped her, covering her mouth with her hired man to stifle the piercing wail screeching from her throat. Rozella buried her straits 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 turmoil would never end.
Just as the igniter of the station appeared at the window Miranda felt Rozella dusk limp in her arms. Hurriedly she pulled Rozella's wearing apparel back into situation, covering her titty and dragged the hem down to encompass her pubes. Rozella relinquished her travelling bag on the dildo between her ramification and wrapped her arms around Miranda, nuzzling at her kittenishly and whimpering softly. Miranda glanced out of the windowpane fearful that individual might see them in such closely bosom. She told herself to relax. They were just two girls hugging each other. It was perfectly natural. There was naught wrong with that was there. The train had halted. Blessedly the platform was empty.
Rozella lifted her head and opened her eyes to look at Miranda."Ah amore mio ! It has taken nearly two hours to get you in my coat of arms but here you are and I am content."
"Please Rozella ! Get rid of that shit dildo quickly."
"Relax caro."But Rozella eased it from between her pegleg and pushed it into her handbag. She lifted a manus to caress the side of Miranda's face. The fingers were wet from her sex."But you my lovely : what of you ?"
"What about me ?"
"You have not had your pleasure yet my little darling."
"For heaven's saki don't worry about me !"
"Oh but I do ! I want you to come as well !"
Miranda bit her lip. In truth her trunk was crying out for release. Suddenly she started. Rozella had slipped a hand beneath her skirt, the crest of her fingers exploring her muffle cranny."Stop that !"she hissed.
Rozella didn't listen to her."Be patient caro."she whispered."When we enter the burrow I will ease up you that which you desire."She chuckled softly and kissed Miranda softly on the lips."Oh yes caro ! In the tunnel I will nominate you mine !"
The string 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 expectancy. The train gathered fastness and a few seconds later the feeble ignitor from the station disappeared altogether as, with a roar the power train dove into the long Gotthard tunnel.
"Now my pin-up ! Now ! unfold your legs !"
With a tiny whine, Miranda complied. Rozella laughed and stood suddenly. In a quick movement 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 bare fille in front man of her,"What if person comes ?"
Rozella knelt on the carriage floor before her and prised her stage undefendable with her manpower."hush now caro and do not waste prison term to argue. We have only ten minutes in the burrow ! We must be quick !"With that she bent her head and buried her face in Miranda's sex. Miranda gasped aloud as Rozella's tongue found her clit and began to lick it so very expertly. Rozella thrust three finger's breadth into her vagina and she was open and accommodating for them. The tunnel wall flashed past in the reflected glow of the passenger car light as Rozella worked on her, driving her into frenzy. Her reverence of uncovering waned as her rousing mounted. Soon she cared not if they emerged into a crowded station full of people so imperative was her motivation for release. She grasped Rozella's gloomy tomentum and ground against her grimace her other hand squeezing her breast and panted frantically as she climbed towards ecstasy.
Miranda had lost her virginity when she was xvi ; some boy or other from school ; she could scarcely recall his cheek anymore. She had been drunk and the experience unsatisfactory. She could hardly commend anything about it. But she would always study that she lost her virginity for the second, and truest clock time, on a Monday Nox not long before midnight somewhere in the Gotthard tunnel. For it was somewhere in that long burrow that her orgasm overwhelmed her at last. She was barely aware of the howling shrieks she gave vent to as the spasm overtook her or of the pant of pain from Rozella as she grasped her tomentum tight in her fist. She was only aware of that raging torment that blazed through her body carrying her into realms she had never encountered before and then releasing her to drift down into some cocoon of sheer felicity.
Afterwards she thought she must sustain fainted for she had no remembrance of Rozella putting her clothes 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 insufferable lover and rocked gently in blissfulness. She felt as if she had passed through some great desolate vacuum in her life only to come at the piazza she should consume been all along. She felt a great heat and a contentment that was beyond any word she had to describe. It was another fifty dollar bill one minutes according to the timetable before the train pulled into Bellinzona where she was obliged to interchange but the minutes scarcely registered in her psyche for she passed them in some enchanted aspiration world.
Just before Bellinzona the conductor visited their posture. Miranda didn't relinquish her appreciation on Rozella however and he smiled indulgently."Just here to remind you ladies that the next plosive consonant is Bellinzona."he told them."I don't want you to miss your connection."
Rozella shook Miranda gently."Don't fall deceased caro. We have to get off here."
Miranda's heart swim back into focussing."Oh God yes ! We have to catch the Locarno train !"
"I am not catching the train to Locarno caro."
Miranda sat deadbolt good."You're not ? We're parting here ?"Miranda felt a wave of sudden heroic going overtake her. Tears pricked at her eyes.
"No caro my car is parked in Bellinzona. I drive to Locarno."
"Oh !"Miranda knew she should say something but Bible eluded her.
"Yes amore mio and you will drive with me !"
The relief and happiness were almost More than Miranda could bear."Oh Redeemer !"she gasped."I ... I have to earphone Alex !"
"Alex your friend ?"
Miranda nodded."Yes. He's supposed to beak me up in Locarno."
"He is expecting you this Alex ?"
"Yes ... well sorting of. I didn't know if I was coming or not. I told him I would telephone 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 next day. She introduced Rozella to him. She even shyly told him that she was her girlfriend. He must throw known her enigma for he looked pleased for her. To the S of the the Alps the sun shone in resplendence every day and graced her new found joy with light and heat. In the end she spent eight days with Rozella before her work recalled her to Zurich. They were eight days of a bliss she had never imagined before. They were eight mean solar day that changed her life forever.