Chapter 30

For a good part of the trip from Bathurst to Sydney, the train runs close enough to the road that we can see the cars ... see IN the cars. The rail car is tall enough that we were able to look down into the cars...

The things people do while driving can be ... and sometimes is ... shocking.

I said, “I hope they don’t hit a real jarring bump.”

Alice agreed, “She’d choke to death.”

“He’d bleed out.”

“Yup.”

“Surprising ... that,” I giggled.

Our train had a breakfast/brunch buffet.

We sampled ... First Class, don’t you know.

On arrival at Strathfield Station, we who were First Class were escorted to the Brisbane departure platform. The delay was explained and we were cautioned against ‘wandering off’ as missing the train was ‘a pain... ‘ I’m sure the escort meant pain in the arse ... but he was too polite to say.

So ... here we have two reasonably cute teen age girls ... one already degreed and employed and one who tested out of all first and second year classes ... passed with near perfect scores. A redhead with a modicum of experience and a a virgin. One of us is an exotic and the other is a half. I’m a lot like Americans ... there isn’t a ‘purity’ bone in my body. Daddy is mostly a mix of northern western Europe. Mom was ‘orential’ and Irish. I am an impossible red redhead with slightly slanted blue eyes. Mom was very short ... dad is 6 foot ... I refere to myself as ‘medium.’ The required female parts are also medium. I can’t hold up a pencil. Gravity has NOT set in.