Express Journey 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
On the overnight express, it can quiet a journey!


Express Journey

It was early evening and while most people had finished their days work,
Charles was about to start his. Well as any security man knows there's no 9 to
5 in this job. But even though this was going to be a long day, well a couple
of long days it also had its perks, there was the pay, which of course was
good. And hopefully one day he'd be able to enjoy spending all that money he
was making. As the kind of security, he provided was in high demand and he was
in constant demand. In fact, Charles couldn't remember when he had more than
one free day in row off. Come to think of it even a long weekend, now that
would be nice, where he could go away and enjoy some down time. But he was
'going away', kind of today, even though it would be all work, but he did get
a nice change of scenery, so it wasn't all bad!

Charles had flown out that morning for his current assignment. The security
man, or should that be consultant, as he preferred to be called as it sounded
better. He'd landed a few hours earlier and then had gone to meet his
potential clients, so he could assess the situation and the job in hand.
Everything seemed pretty standard and the job started there and then after the
meeting. For most of the day he'd been stood outside a room while his clients
were inside carrying on with their normal business. At the same time, he went
through files, got the background to the job and worked out what needed to be
done, how to do it and sorted out the normal 'this and that's', that no one
else had thought of.

Later and Charles was stood outside the door of the VIP lounge, of the railway
station, in this new city that he'd arrived in today. Inside the lounge,
enjoying themselves, relaxing, were the three men that he was here to look
after, keep an eye on, watch out for. All in his role as their security man
for the trip they where about to embark on. The three men, inside the VIP area
were all, successful, wealthy and in some ways quite ruthless men. But
ruthless with the pen, brutal when hammering out a deal, cruel with the detail
of the contract, that kind of ruthless. They weren't the kind of men that
could 'handle' themselves when it came to it, so that's why Charles was there,
to 'babysit' them!

It wasn't the most exciting kind of job that Charles could have picked up, but
he got to travel and go somewhere he'd not before, even if it was for work.
But it paid well, very well and one day he did promise himself, he would get
around to spending some of that money he'd earnt that was gathering dust in
the bank. 'Yes, one day he'd ... ... ' The sound of the stations old fashion
clock striking the hour disturbed his thoughts and as if not believe it
Charles looked down at his own watch to check, 'Yep the clock was right, be
time to move off soon.'

Almost on cue the door behind him opened and the three businessmen all came
out, talking, laughing as if they didn't have a care in the world. Which is
how is should be after all they had Charles there to 'look after them.' There
was a short walk through the stylish large station, that was straight out of a
bygone age of eloquence and a more classic kind of travel. Then it was through
the gate, especially for those special and 'extra' first class passengers and
then up the platform, pass the engine to the very chic but well-preserved
vintage and classy old-style carriages.

The carriages looked to Charles as if they were straight out of an age where
first class travel was just for the privilege few, the upper class. When first
class meant elegance, style and most of all it also meant upper class, which
was different to the new first class and modern way of speed, technology and
streamline. The look of the carriages was right out of some old book, a real
book, one made of paper, which made him think of 'that book', now what was its
name? Charles was thinking, then it came to him, 'yes, that it, Murder on the
... ... ... ... ... ' But then he saw his partner in all this, George who was
stood by the door of the sleeper carriage where each of these men had their
own plush, posh rooms, or was it a cabin on a train? Either way each of
Charles clients had his own for the journey.

Charles took another quick look around the platform before they boarded the
train, and everything seemed OK. There were a few of the other passengers
around them. A little old lady who was fussing as one of the porters was
helping her with her luggage. Also, there, helping was one of the trains young
lads, a travel assistant, dressed like an old fashion bellboy who was also
trying to do his duty and assist. But somehow it was all getting a bit too
confusing. Moving along was a funny man with a strange walk and over groomed
moustache. A quite strict and prim looking woman who looked as if she was in
charge of three schoolgirls. Plus, an odd, but timid looking vicar who was
fiddling with his glasses while checking the ticket he held.

Most noticeable was a tall, elegant, older, but very attractive woman, dressed
in a very stylish way, wearing a fur stole that suited her and the high class,
the upper class of the surroundings and the carriages. She walked with
confidence down to her carriage and behind her was one of the young lads, the
travel assistance. Who was doing his best to stumble along with her heavy
luggage behind the woman. Charles thought the lad probably didn't mind as he
had a great view of her gorgeous arse, in that tight skirt as it moved in
front of him. There were also a few more 'normal' looking passengers. None of
whom looked as if they could be a threat to this security man's clients. But
it did make Charles laugh to himself, as there were a few people here that
looked as if they were characters from some kind of a murder mystery. Just
like the one he'd been thinking of.

So, with everything looking OK, Charles indicated to his clients the way to go
and to get on their carriage for the forthcoming journey. These clients, the
three men where a Mr Duggan, a Mr Segal and a Mr Hassan. All of whom were
wealthy, careful and each had what could only be described as 'a nasty streak'
when it came to business. It was this 'nasty streak' that had gotten all three
men into the current predicament, as they'd all recently received threating
letters to do with ... ... Well they'd done so many deals where they'd screwed
people over it was almost impossible to identify who, of which group of people
they had all 'upset!'

But their 'careful' side had thought it best to get someone in to protect
them, just to be on the safe side. Hence why Charles and his partner in this
job George where here today. It was also the businessmen's careful side that
had decided for the nest part of their trip they would all go by train. The
very luxury, lavish and stylish train. Traveling by plane would be too
obvious, and after their private jet had developed some engine problems the
three men had become a bit more nervous about all these threats.

But being 'good' businessmen that had made alternative plans, had something
else up their sleeves so to speak. The night train, would be a comfortable way
to travel, they could sit, eat, sleep and all the time travel across country,
to their next destination and next meeting. They could in luxury cross over
the border, into the neighbouring country and be ready for their next meeting
the following day. It was a good backup plan and as they had employed the
services of these 'security men' to protect them, so it all seemed perfect.
Just like in business, the men had been thorough, they'd dotted all the i's
and crossed all the T's, so nothing could go wrong with this!

Into the luxurious carriage they all went, the man George was leading the way,
and Charles followed on after the three men. George walked down the corridor
of the carriage and showed each of his clients to their cabins, for the
journey. The ones that he'd checked over while they were all in the VIP
lounge. It was all done within a couple of minutes and shortly after this the
tarin jerked, shuddered a bit and then pulled out of the station and was on
its way. Charles was pleased, with the men in their rooms and the train now
moving they were all safe and he was sure it would be that way for the rest of
the journey!

For this luxury train journey, the two security men Charles and George had one
cabin to share, as there would always be one of them outside in the corridor
at any one time. In this particular carriage there were the cabins of the
three businessmen, there was obviously the cabin for the security men and that
just left 2 more cabins. One was occupied by the Vicar Charles had seen
earlier and the last one was reserved for a doctor. And it was always handy to
have a doctor around, just in case! Then there were another 3 more sleeper
carriages, next was the dining car carriage, followed by the lounge carriage.
Well this was a luxury train journey so the passengers needed somewhere to
relax. Past that were carriages for the tarin staff and other facilities. It
was all in the report that Charles flicked through for the umpteenth time as
he took a breather in his cabin while George was outside, 'standing guard.'

Although the three called themselves 'businessmen', Charles had done his own
research on these three and found out about their underhand, ruthless and
sometimes very near to illegal ways of doing 'business.' Well it hardly made
them 'businessmen' more like commercial thieves, capitalist blackmailers,
profit seeking bullies, but even so the security man found it difficult to
find any one obvious person that they had come across, swindled, robbed that
would go to any kind of physical revenge, such as harming them or murdering
them. But then again Charles had not been double crossed, cheated by these
men, and it takes all sorts, and if someone 'breaks' then anything is
possible.

Even so this job was all looking as if it was going to be a nice quiet one, no
one else knew about the change in travel plans, the train had been booked here
at the station only an hour before it had departed. None of the three men had
had any contact with their offices, secretaries, or anyone from tomorrow's
meetings. So, no one knew of the change in travel plans, everything was going
to go smoothly, wasn't it!

It was half and hour or so into the night trains journey and George knocked on
the cabin door. He let Charles know that the men now wanted to go to the
dinning car for their evening meal, so it was back to work. He picked up his
gun from the table and returned it back into its holster, this was one of the
occupational hazards of being in the security, and protection industry. And no
matter how easy the job might look, it was always best to be prepared, just in
case! So out in the corridor of the carriage, George was at the front, then
the three men, Mr Duggan, Mr Segal and Mr Hassan, at the back of this,
bringing up the rear was Charles.

They made their way through the other sleeper carriages, with no problems.
Just having to squeeze past a couple of the 'normal' looking passengers on the
way and then they all reached the dining car. Which was quite luxurious, very
stylish and Charles thought it all looked like something out of a 1920's film.
The wooden panels, leather of the seats, the decoration, individual lights on
each table, and not a bit of plastic anywhere to be seen. But still this was a
train and that slight clattering sound in the background with the gentle
movement made sure you remembered that.

The three businessmen of course had their own table, while Charles and George
had the small table out the way and at the entrance to the carriage. But they
still had a good view of their clients so everything was good here. This also
gave Charles the opportunity to have a better look at the other passengers and
to get a feel for everyone, just in case there was indeed someone here that
was looking to harm his clients. Even though as he looked around this did seem
very improbable.

At one of the tables there was the little old lady the man had seen who seemed
to have been having some problems with her luggage on the platform from when
they all boarded the train. Right now, she looked as if she was again being a
bit too fussy, but this time it was with how everything was set out on her
table. She was sat with the funny and again slightly older man who had the
strange walk and the over groomed moustache. They were obviously travelling
separately but had been sat together for dinner, and where now going about
some confusing way of introducing themselves to each other. With the way they
looked, behaved these two were obviously no threat to Charles' clients.

On the next table there was the Vicar and the doctor. Again, who appeared to
be travelling separately but as their cabins where next to each other, they
were now dinning together. The hurriedly put together file that Charles head
office had prepared about the other registered travels on the train today. It
indicated that these two men were just as they appeared to be, a bumbling
Vicar and a quite offish and self-opinionated doctor.

Just at that moment more passengers came into the dining car and where shown
by the steward to their seats down at the far end of the carriage. As they
moved through this gave Charles a chance to check out some of these other
passengers. This group of four passengers where all together and although
there was little in the file about the group. But he could see by the way they
were dressed it all married up with what the file said. This small group
consisted of one female teacher and three schoolgirls, all from a very select
and expensive boarding school.

From the little that head office had found out and from what Charles could see
the teacher was acting as a kind of chaperon for this group. This was because
the three schoolgirls where attending an international, inter-school, debating
conference. 'The role of the younger generation in how the world develops over
the next 50 years.' That was the title of the conference and it was taking
place in the same central European city that the three clients of Charles
where also going to. But they definitely weren't attending the same event! So,
it all checked out OK, these girls and their teacher weren't going to be any
problem for Charles clients during the trip.

But that didn't stop both security men just putting their eyes over this
group, just to be on the safe side! The woman leading the group was, according
to the hurriedly assembled file from head office, was Ms Prim and she lived up
to her name! Ms 'Prim and Proper', as Charles thought, was a woman with an air
of confidence, epically over her students. She looked; well it was difficult
to say but at a guess 30 ... ... something? She had alban hair that was tied
up into a large bun on the back of her head, along with a pair of large round
heavy-set glasses. Then she was dressed in some old fashion tweed skirt suit
with a white frilly blouse under her jacket. She did look the part of an out
of date school teacher from a strict private school. Which is exactly what the
file said that Ms Prim was, and to the security men she was of little or no
interest.

But something more interesting to the two security men were the three that
followed her, the teacher. These where the schoolgirls that Ms Prim was
'chaperoning', and they were somewhat more pleasing to look at than their
teacher. The file said their names where Denise, Patsy and Suzi, and the girls
were walking in what seemed like height order. At the back was the tallest of
these young ladies, a tall, quite striking looking black girl. Then, in front
of her, and in the middle of the group and middle in height, a cute blond
girl. Finally, at the front of this trio, following Ms Prim, was the smallest
of the girls. An Asian, oriental girl, pretty and with pigtails that gave her
an extra bit of appeal.

Looking at the girls and at the names in the file the men guessed that Denise
was the tall black girl. Pasty the cute blond and that left Suzi as the small
oriental girl. Well it all kind of fitted even if they were only guessing. The
chaperon teacher carried on and her girls followed down to the far table of
the dinning carriage. As they passed the table where the three businessmen
where all sat. There were three more pairs of eyes that took in these girls
and how they looked as each of them passed by, and the men all thought ... ...
!

As Ms Prim and her young girls now all sat down at their table, that
'distraction' was now all over with. Charles returned back to his job and
checking out the rest of the passengers for their potential of being a threat
to his clients. And if there was a threat on this train, then almost right on
cue, the next passenger that came into the dinning car was the one who was at
the top of the security man's list. It was the tall, elegant, older, and very
attractive woman that Charles couldn't help but notice from the platform. The
woman who had the poor young travel assistant from the train, dragging her
luggage behind her as she went to board.

The security file said her name was Miss Direct and as far as the experience
Charles was concerned, she had a bit of that 'femme fatal' look about her.
Attractive, seductive, deceitful and deadly, but it was something that Charles
liked. There wasn't much at all in the file about this one, just her name and
the fact she was travelling on the train, so if anyone was going to be a
'threat' to his clients, Charles 'knew' it was going to be this woman! Don't
underestimate the fairer sex, woman can be mean, dangerous and even in the
right circumstance deadly, literally deadly!

She was a woman who had an air of authority about her, as well as class,
sophistication and of course style. Chic would be a better word and one that
would suit the woman. It was defiantly a better word to use for this older,
distinct and quiet beautiful woman, and there was something else about this
one that couldn't go unnoticed. Was it the high heeled black shoes, the black
fishnet stockings, the short brown leather skirt, that hugged her rear quite
nicely, or the purple satin blouse she now wore.

The woman had lost the jacket she'd had on while on the platform, but the fur
stole was still there across her shoulders. It was as if she was making a
statement, showing off, saying 'look at me! Yes, Look at Me!' And why wouldn't
you want to look at her, as she had that quite wonderful attractive and very
sexy mature look about her. A beautiful face with red lips and sparkling eyes.
Even those lines on her face had their own attraction and all this was topped
off by her short, fair hair, big, bold and bouncy, a bit like her and part of
her stunning body. As she walked through the carriage to her table, her rear
with its own stylish wiggle also had to be admired.

But for the security man Charles there was something else about her, yes, she
had an air of confidence, a sense of even superiority about her, which the man
somehow just knew was well earnt! But there was something else, a glint in her
eye, perhaps, a turning up of the corner of her mouth, maybe, or the way she
was too confident in the way she strutted around, probably! It was probably
all of this that made Charles weary of the woman, Miss Direct. So much so that
he'd even convinced himself that this woman was indeed after his clients. How
she knew the three me where going to be on the train was anyone guess, but
Charles just 'knew' she was going to be trouble during this trip!

So, while dinner went on, as the Vicar talked on and on and the doctor tried
to rudely ignored him. While the little old woman and the strange man tried to
talk over and interrupted each other as they bubbled along in conversation. As
the strict teacher chaperon with her three young, delightful charges, sat
there. With the girls stealing a quick sneaky exciting look around the
carriage as this was obviously their first trip on anything as luxurious as
this train before. And as the three businessmen returned a few leering looks
back at these girls, with big grins all over their face. As all this went on,
Charles was only interested in one of the passengers here!

Throughout dinner and the security man could only concentrate on Miss Direct,
the woman he just knew was here to hurt, kidnap or even kill his clients.
Whatever her plan, or her motive for all of this, she had to be stopped,
preferably before she got the chance to get too closer to the businessmen.
Just then as Charles was wondering how he was going to sort the situation and
the woman out. Without causing an incident that might embarrass the
businessmen just before their next important meeting. The woman, Miss Direct
stands up suddenly, turns and makes her way down the carriage, 'She's going
for the businessmen!'

Charles got to his feet quickly and in two large steps he was there between
the businessmen's table and the woman coming down the carriage. Blocking her
way, and preventing her assaulting the three businessmen, or so he thought.
But as he moved and now stood there the attractive older woman, with her
mature mistress look, her sexy Milf appeal. Well the woman just stopped,
looked a bit confused and unimpressed and stared at the man, as he'd got in
her way and being a 'lady', she was more use to men moving out of her way, and
not blocking it!

There was that moment as Charles and the woman now looked at each other, an
intense look from her as if she was asking 'what the hell do you think your
doing?' Followed by an 'Oh sorry', look from Charles as he realised that she
wasn't going to 'attack' his clients. For a second the security man thought
he'd made a mistake and as the woman lips tightened up and she nodded in an
angry kind of way as an indication for him to 'Move!' Charles moved out the
way and let her pass by unhindered. Well she did suddenly seem to have this
unspoken way of controlling a situation, one where this man was so obviously
in the wrong.

He felt a little embarrassed as he'd almost jumped on the woman to 'stop' her
only to find out she was just walking down the carriage and was no threat. Or
was she? As Miss Direct was about to leave the dining car she stopped turned
and looked back down the carriage and towards the man. She was looking at him,
but there was something in her face that told him, ... ... "excuse me please!"
Charles again was blocking the aisle of the carriage, but this time it was one
of the young lads who worked as a travel assistant who was trying to squeezed
past him. The boy was a bit red faced as there was some subdued girly giggles
from the schoolgirls. He'd obviously got embarrassed as he went past the
schoolgirls, well they were all young and at that age when a look, a smile
could be the best or worst thing in their whole life!

The woman left the carriage, the train assistant boy carried on down the
aisle, Charles returned back to his seat and the three schoolgirls? Well their
attention, a look here and there, a smile and soft giggle, returned back to
three businessmen. A short while later and dinner was over and the businessmen
decided there was still time to head off to the lounge carriage and have a
relaxing drink or two before they retired for the night.

The lounge carriage had a selection of comfortable, stylish, if a bit old
fashion leather and cloth chairs, small settees and luxurious seating dotted
all over the place. At the far end was a wooden panelled bar with a steward in
a white coat serving guests. In the carriage were the same people that had
been in the dining car. The Vicar was now talking to the little old lady, the
funny man with the over groomed moustache and the doctor were in an almost
heated debate about the causes of death. Which for Charles immediately moved
both these two further up on his list of 'suspects.' The chaperon teacher Ms
Prim was sipping a sherry while her girls were all sat with her, in her clear
sight and they each had a lemonade. And that just left Miss Direct! She was
sat, of course, on her own, in a leather chair and was smoking what looked
like a cheroot. Charles had suspected she would have smoked a cigarette in one
of those long holders, but a cheroot did seem to suit her better!

That just left the three businessmen who of course had the three seats nearest
to the bar and the security men, Charles and George who were left down at the
far end, out the way. Left there to watch, wait and of course enjoy their
lemonades too! Well that's the way of a security man, a consultant, while
others are having fun, they work! And they carried on working, while the three
men carried on drinking, enjoying themselves, just as everyone else carried on
in the carriage.

It was a while later and was starting to get late, some passengers where
already moving back to their cabins for the night. The Vicar had already
departed for his cabin, the funny man with that over groomed moustache of his
was still in deep conversation with the doctor. Whose discussion had moved
onto to murder and how evidence can be misinterpreted by the police. Charles
defiantly had one ear open to these two, who were now clearly moving towards
the top his suspects list, with of course Miss Direct. Even though so far, no
crime had been committed! As for the little old lady she'd just finished her
sherry, her third sherry and was off to her cabin.

That left the teacher, the chaperon and her girls. Who'd moved themselves and
their chairs around so that Ms Prim could hold a conversation about the future
of young people in business with the businessmen. As she thought this would
help her students in their forthcoming inter-school, debating conference. The
girls were eager to join in this discussion, and the men seemed to be taking a
keen interest in each of their girls and their ... ... ... Their passion for
youth interaction with business! Or should that be the schoolgirls interaction
with the businessmen?

Well this all came to an end when the school teacher announced it was time for
the girls to retire for the night. As they needed to good night's rest before
the coming mass debate, to following day! And so, they headed off, but as the
teacher turned and collected her things for the table on the far side of her.
There was some quick 'interaction' between businessmen and schoolgirls, unseen
by the chaperone. Mr Duggan had quickly leant over and whispered something
into the black schoolgirl Denise's ear. Mr Segal looked as if he'd slipped a
piece of paper, a note into the soft, delicate hand of the blond schoolgirl
Patsy, smiling as he did so. And that just left Mr Hassan who gave a wink to
the smallest of the schoolgirls, the oriental girl with pigtails, Suzi. Who
grinned back at him as if there was a message there in that wink!

So, 10 minutes after they had said their 'goodbyes' for the evening! Everyone
was safely back in their cabins for the night, or where they? Of course, all
this still left the tall, elegant, attractive older woman, Miss Direct in the
lounge carriage. Who was finishing of another cheroot while also allowing the
last of her drink to pass her quite lovely red lips. And as she swallowed
Charles left the carriage after completing his last sweep of the train before
he and George took up their duty of standing guard outside the businessmen's
cabins. So, he left the woman there and one of those young boys who were
working as the trains travel assistants. And who was just starting to clear
and tidy the carriage after all that drinking and socializing.

In the carriage with the businessmen's cabins, the three men where safely
tucked up inside for the night. George was outside in the corridor as he took
the first shift on guard duty. That left Charles in the security men's shared
cabin to get a bit of rest before it was his shift. Some well earnt rest as it
had already been a long day and so it didn't take long before he slipped off
into a sound sleep. And outside the cabin while Charles was now asleep, BANG!

Out in the corridor and the sound of 'something' going 'Bang', quite loudly
made George turn his head, and wonder, 'what the hell was that?' Which to any
security man meant that it had, just had to be investigated, and so ... ... !
George gave a quick look around; the carriage corridor was clear so it would
be alright for him to head off in the direction of the sound and check it out.
After all it wouldn't take long, he'd only be gone a minute or two, so it'll
all be OK, wouldn't it? Off the security man went, to investigate and leave
his clients unprotected, but just for a minute!

As soon as he left the carriage through that door and headed off, the door at
the other end of the carriage opened up. It was almost as if this had all been
planned and the three schoolgirls, all giggling, but trying to be as quiet as
possible made their way into the now open and security man free corridor. Then
as if they knew exactly where they were going the girls, Denise, Patsy and
Suzi each stood outside a door. They all quickly looked at each other, there
was a grin, a smile and then all at the same time, the girls knocked on the
door they each stood in front of. A second or maybe two went by, then each
door opened and on the other side there was a smiling businessman. Another
second later and girls stepped inside their chosen cabins, followed instantly
all three doors being shut and locked.

Further alone in the train and George went down into another sleeper carriage,
it was the one where those schoolgirls and their chaperon had their cabins,
but there was no sign of anyone. Then from down the corridor, past the door at
the far end, BANG! There again was that sound which now the man had to follow
and find out what it was. Through more sleeper carriages he went, as the sound
seemed to be constantly moving away from him, and always one carriage ahead of
him. Almost as if it was leading him away from his duty, his place to stand
and guard, but he hadn't realised this, yet! So, it carried on, George being
led away towards the rear of the train and to, well who knows what? BANG!

Back in the businessmen's carriage and through the door that the schoolgirls
had come through, Miss Direct now appeared. She would of course have to go
this way to get to her own cabin for the night, so nothing surprising in that.
But halfway down the carriage and almost outside the businessmen's cabin doors
she stopped, and looked around. It was obvious there was no one else there in
the corridor, but she looked around and then she looked down at her watch,
checking the time. Almost as if she had to be somewhere at a certain time, for
some reason! It was now 11 O'clock and time for ... ... ?

George was now almost at the rear of the train; he was in the last but one
carriage and the sound had taken him all the way down to here so far. Then
there it was again, BANG! Coming now from inside the last carriage and there
was nowhere to go after that one. It was a simple thing the sound of a, BANG!
And there it was again coming from the other side of the door leading to the
last carriage, the luggage and storage carriage. But this now was becoming a
fixation for this security man, it had driven him all the way through the
train to here. But now he could, at last find out what it was. So, he reached
out, turned the handle and pushed the door open. It looked dark inside, there
was no light and he couldn't make anything out clearly. But still he took that
step, went forward and into the last carriage of the train, and as he walked
in, CLICK! BANG! WHACK! UUUUHHHH!

In Mr Duggan's cabin there was the businessman and the tall, black and quite
striking looking schoolgirl Denise. She was the girl that this businessman had
noticed straight away and for good reason, as she did have something about her
that he liked, was it her looks, that were indeed noticeable. Was it her tall
slender, fit looking body, with her long legs and quite gorgeous looking arse
that her school skirt hugged tightly to? Or was it that glint in her eyes,
that slight grin when she looked at him, that look of youthful desire, of
intrigue that she had? Whatever it was, the man Duggan liked it and now as he
moved in closely to this lustful looking schoolgirl, as he moved and got
closer to her, SMACK! OOOWWWHHH!

In Mr Segal's cabin the businessman had the cute blond looking schoolgirl
Patsy. The girl who was in the middle of her trio, height wise, but to Segal
she's was the one that stood out, the one that towered over the other girls in
her own way and the one he craved. There was something about a young blond
that this man couldn't get out of his head, as soon as he'd set eyes on the
blond schoolgirl, he was hooked. It could have been her lovely looks, her
shapely figure, where everything was just right, or maybe the sparkly eyes.
The way the corner of her mouth came up when she smiled, or just that she was
a blond, but she had all his attention. Then as he went to 'get to know her
better', CRACK! UUUUHHHHH!

In Mr Hassan's cabin and there was the last of the schoolgirls, the pigtailed,
pretty oriental Suzi. The smallest of the schoolgirls but not one to be over
looked, and obviously Hassan had not done that with her. In fact, he'd taken a
good bit of interest in her. Noticing her petite, quite stunning, well-formed
body, her good looks and all finished off in a way he liked with her pigtails.
He noticed her smile, how her eyes seemed to shine, he liked all that and
liked her oriental looks too. It was as if there was something extra about
this particular girl, and he wanted that something extra. So, stepping nearer
to this oriental delight he grinned, sure that he was going to get that
something extra, THUD! ARRRRHHHHHH!

Back at the end of the train in the storage and luggage carriage and as George
had stepped in, there was a CLICK! There was a sudden explosion of light as a
switch flicked on and that's when he saw her, over there by the side of the
packed carriage, full of luggage, boxes and lots of other stuff mostly all
cover in large dust sheets. There was stood the woman, the chaperon teacher
Miss Prim. She was the last person he expected to see and even though this
only took a second, it was defiantly her. As she stood there, she had a hammer
in her hand and was knocking it against the side of the carriage causing that,
BANG! So, it'd been her causing the noise, but why? And if she was here having
lured him away from his place of duty, where were her girls?

In that moment it was as if everything fell into place all at the same time,
well almost everything. He couldn't guess what it was all about, but he really
didn't need to do that. He didn't have the time to as he knew he had to get
back to the businessmen back up the train. It was almost as if he knew they
were now in trouble. And at the moment when he was just about to turn to get
out of that last carriage and back to his place of duty, away from this
distraction, he was hit!

George hadn't seen it, but only felt it as Miss Prim had turned herself and
sent her clenched fist into the side of this one's face. The blow made this
security man wobble and stagger, having been caught off guard by the woman and
her distraction. He'd not seen her reach out and hit him, of course she's
managed to land her blow as she been out his line of sigh as he'd began to
turn to leave the carriage a bit to quickly. So, it had just been luck nothing
else, after all he was a trained security man, and she was just a woman. She
wouldn't get the opportunity to do that again, would she, WALLOP! OOOUUUHHH!

As George steadied himself the prim and proper private school teacher struck
again. This time as she turned her body in the other direction, she brough the
hand that was holding the hammer screaming around, and right into his gut. The
blow was hard, and drove the air instantly out of George, who could only stand
there, gasp, and shudder with his eyes wide open in shock. This was
immediately followed by Miss Prim letting go of the hammer, allowing it to
drop down, right on target, one of George's feet. There was another gasp, and
now he hopped from his hurt foot to this good foot, then back again and again.

For a so-called security man, he looked quite a sight hoping around, a face
with a look of pain and shock on it. That's when the well-dressed teacher, in
her tweed skirt suit, her hair all up in a perfect bun and those round dark
glasses that gave her an intellectual and some would say quite sexy look, This
was when she struck again, the teacher hadn't finished yet, she reached,
grabbed the man with her two free hands now. Then pulling the shaken George to
her, as she raised her knee and THUD! UUUUHHHHH!

Straight up into his groin the knee went, which was instantly followed up by
her pulling the man upwards, as that blow had caused him to drop and fall. But
she still had hold of him and regardless of the pain he was in, she dragged
him back up and drove that keen again, this time even harder, up into that
area! There was another muffled cry of pain as he still hadn't got over the
first blow. The second blow caused him even more agony and made him screw his
face up with all this pain.

With his eyes closed Miss Prim pushed the security man away from her, and as
he stumbled those few steps backwards, WHACK! The woman spun herself around,
raised her leg and caught the man squarely in his chest, a quick surprising
move from such a prim and proper old fashion teacher! The blow sent George
flying backwards, only stopping when he fell back against a pile of suitcases
piled up on the far side of the carriage. When he hit these, he fell and
dropped down onto the stacked pile of luggage and now lay there hurt, stunned
and in pain.

But even so, laying there he managed to open up his eyes to see ... ... !
Coming to him was Miss Prim the schoolteacher, all properly dressed in her old
fashion way. But she'd already shown him, quite harshly, she was more than
just a teacher, she was a real skilled woman. As she moved towards the fallen
man her hands went up to the bun at the top and back of her head. Then her
hands came out and down, in each hand was a long metal, sharp hair pin. The
old fashion and deadly type. George froze, the woman coming to him looked
formal, prim, sexy, in a strange way and also deadly, and it was as if he
couldn't move, couldn't even go for his gun to protect himself. She came
closer to him, his eyes widened, he still couldn't move, was it fear? And
then, ... ... THUD! ARRRRHHHHHH!

Back in Duggan's cabin and as he'd got close to the tall, black, and quite
striking looking schoolgirl Denise, she made her own move on him, SMACK!
OOOWWWHHH! The schoolgirl brought her clenched fist up, flying upwards
straight in front of her, up into the bottom of this man's jaw. Knocking his
head rewards and sending this businessman stumbling backwards across his
cabin. He tumbled back against the window of the cabin, which shook. As he
leant there, he now shook his head in disbelief that a girl, this girl had hit
him!

He pushed himself off the window and taking half a step forwards, he went
straight into, WHACK! As he moved, he saw her move too, but she was quicker,
faster than he could think and react so there was no chance of him stopping or
getting out the way. The tall black girl seemed to hop, jump slightly then she
kicked out. Sending one of her long leg's forwards and straight towards him.
The leg swung, her foot and that school shoe of hers came swing up and struck
him once more in the bottom of his jaw. CRACK! Back into the cabin window he
went with even more force this time and blow caused a crack in the window to
now appear.

Duggan shock his head as he tried to work out what was going on here, he
opened his eyes, wiped his hand over his face as if that might take away some
of the pain he was feeling, then looked toward the girl. Denise was just
removing her school blazer, she threw it over towards the cabin bed, which
wasn't going to get used tonight. Loosening her school tie, she then rolled
her shoulders, arms and the girl was ready again. Ready to take this grown man
on, again!

The, by now, quite shocked businessman who thought he was in for a night of
fun, had something else more painful to deal with. He once again pushed
himself off the cabin window and took a couple of steps forwards, and once
more the girl came at speed, to him, SMACK! CRACK! Denise's arms moved faster
than he could react to them, one hit, then a second harder hitting fist came
pounding into him, one to his face the other to his body. This was quickly
followed up by a couple more strikes, the other side of his face and a
different part of his body took these. All this attention the schoolgirl
Denise was given Duggan meant that his body was shaken, there was a wobble
there and he was finding it difficult to think straight and keep his legs
holding him upright.

CRACK! Another and even more vicious strike, one the man didn't see as she
stepped and turned to the side. Then twisted, brought her body back around and
of course bringing one of her long legs up at the same time so she could pound
it into his face again. The blow was hard, sharp and had too much effort
behind it for this man to handle. Duggan was spun around and went flying back
and then face first into that large cabin widow, which was followed by a loud
cracking sound. As the businessman's legs started to give way and he was
slowly slipping down to the floor the girl could see the size of the crack in
the window had grown. There was also blood there, which told her that with
just a few more good hits and the window would probably give way. Anything
hitting it, hard enough and just at the right moment would probably go
straight through it, now that gave Denise an idea!

She took hold of her 'man' pulled him up, took a step backwards and then flung
the man back at the window. There was again another sound of glass cracking,
which was almost drowned out by the cry of discomfort from the man. But she
over looked that and as he bounced of the window and back to her, SMACK! The
tall black schoolgirl gave a hard, vicious backhand across this white
businessman's face. The blow shock him and then, SMASH! An even harder blow
from the back of the girl's other hand, her stronger one this time and Duggan
again fell back against that widening crack in the window. Hitting it hard as
she wanted him to do.

He shuddered as he hit the window, he quaked and trembled, and was just about
to drop down to the floor when the schoolgirl reached for him, came for him.
As he slipped down, she could see how the crack in the glass had grown and by
her schoolgirl calculations, she was a girl who liked her maths and physics
and all that stuff. Denise reckoned it was just about right, and this
businessman was also about right, just right to be finished off now!

The black schoolgirl moved, gripped the businessman Duggan and dragged him to
her, manhandling him away from the window. She gave herself some room, room to
pull him fully up onto his feet, THUD! A quick fist into his gut as he came
up, just because she could. With him upright, just about, but on wobbling legs
the black schoolgirl took a step back then she jumped up. Denise threw a leg
out and straight into the centre of his chest, the blow was devastating,
sending him off his feet. Duggan went flying backwards and seemed to be
heading straight towards that already damaged window of the cabin in this
moving train, ... ... . CRASH! ARRRRHHHHHH!

In another of the businessmen's cabin, in Mr Segal's cabins and as he was
hoping to get to know the blond schoolgirl Patsy better, CRACK! UUUUHHHHH!
She's had other ideas, she didn't want to get to know him in 'that way', but
she had her own way! Her way was her knee to his groin as he came in a bit too
close to her, after all what made him think he could have a girl like her? OK
she 'might' have led him on, but surly that's what blonds do!

With her knee to his groin the man was trying to deal with a sudden and
intense kind of pain, one that he wasn't expecting and not ready for. Which
also made him stagger away from her and put just the right amount of distance
between them, for her to, CRUNCH! ARRRRHHHH! The blond sent her foot and her
quite sturdy shoe, sharply, into his kneecap, a strike that caused the man to
shudder, lean down to one side and grab onto his now very painful and
throbbing knee. 'God that hurt!'

Without stopping Patsy moved again, with Segal now bend forwards and in pain,
the blond schoolgirl reached out grabbed onto the man and, giving a little hop
to change legs, SMACK! She brough her other knee into the action, driving it
straight into the man's face as he was bent over there, as he was now just at
the right height for her to do this. A perfect strike that due to its accuracy
and force sent his nose splattering across his face and gave this businessman,
not only a broken and blood nose but also gave him a whole new world of pain.
Something he just wasn't use to at all.

Segal staggered some more, he'd not felt pain like this before and it wasn't
just his face, his knee that hurt. There was this numbing throbbing pain deep
inside his head which was stopping him from thinking, from trying to work out
what was happening to him, and why! But those thoughts were the furthest from
his mind as he just wanted the pain to go away, but it didn't. He brough his
hands up to his face to try and comfort it, but! As his hands went toward his
face Pasty reached down and grabbed them. Taking hold of his hands by the
wrist, with her own hands.

And for some reason the 'man' even though he tried to struggle, he couldn't
break free for this schoolgirls grip on him. It was almost as if she, this
blond 'girl' was stronger than him, 'but how could a schoolgirl do this to a
fully grown man, a real man! Surly she couldn't?' Patsy had control of her
'man', she pulled his hands, arm away from him. And pushing down, she now
forced the staggering hurt man even further down. Down onto, firstly, one
knee, and now showing, demonstrating her schoolgirl superiority over him, she
carried on and forced him down onto both knees. What a show of youthful female
strength, which was now followed by, THUD, WHACK! UUUWWWHHH!

The blond girl hopped, sending a knee into his chest firstly, then following
this up immediately with her other knee into his jaw, a good double blow to
reinforce her control over him. The blow to his jaw forced Segal's head to fly
backwards and so now he was looking up at the strong controlling, blond
schoolgirl, it was quite a sight, that's for sure! Pasty moved her hands,
adjusted her grip but still with full control and now she pushed again,
forcing the businessman backwards. But he was still on his knees so all he
could really do was bend backwards. And back he went, under to control of
Patsy, the girl who's hold he couldn't break as the schoolgirl was obviously
and painfully stronger than he was!

As Segal was forced back by the young girl, at the same time forced to look up
into the face of the blond schoolgirl, so he could see the look she had. It
was one that scared the man, as it looked as if she was smiling, if she was
enjoying infecting this pain and this control over him. And she was enjoying
it! Pasty could see the look on her businessman's face, that screwed up look
of discomfort, pain and agony. But for the girl the best part was the look of
fear as she carried on forcing the man backward, bending his back and body
into this agonising position.

Pasty was coming down on the man, almost on top of him, she school blouse, her
chest was touching his shirt, his chest. But that was the last thing on his
mind as she pushed him further and further back on himself, bending him back,
inch by inch, millimetre by millimetre. The pain now was so intense that Segal
couldn't speak, could hardly cry out, there was just this wheezing sound as if
this position was affecting his internal organs. That was scary too, but not a
terrifying as the sudden CRACK! The sound followed by an agonizing sharp pain
in his back.

It was almost as if the girl was trying to break his spine, snap him in half,
but doing it by her own hands. There was a second cracking sound and this time
it was followed by a giggling schoolgirl laugh as she pushed harder on the
man, trying to bend him back even further just so she could see what happened
next, ... ... CRACK! ARRRRHHHHHH!

In Mr Hassan's cabin and there was the last of the schoolgirls, the pigtailed,
pretty oriental Suzi. And stepping nearer to this oriental delight the
businessman grinned, sure that he was going to get something extra, THUD!
ARRRRHHHHHH! He certainly got something extra, and unexpected as there was a
sudden pain in his gut that took the wind out of him, making him gasp and
shudder a bit. Suzi for such a small, petite girl had a forceful and strong
punch to her, surprising considering how pretty the schoolgirl was.

The blow was followed up by a second one that forced even more air out of the
man, as if she was making a point not to underestimate a girl of her stature,
'because if you did', THUD! UUUOOOWWW! With three good solid blows driven into
him by the small oriental girl, Hassan as struggling not only with his
breathing, but now also with his legs, that where now starting to get the
shakes too. But now the smaller girl changed tactics, she spun herself around,
drove her firm arse into his groin and then WHACK! Drove her elbow straight
back and into the now bend over man's lower chest.

This forced Hassan to fall even more forward and onto the girl, who didn't
mind as it put him into just the right position for her to, OOOOHHHH! THUD! As
the man's head dropped onto her shoulder, the schoolgirls arm came up and
around it. She gripped his head with her arm and hand, at the same time her
other hand came across and grabbed hold of the stunned hurt mans flopping arm.
She twisted her body, dropped it down and used the hold she now had on Hassan,
to toss him over her small oriental schoolgirl body. Sending him down to the
floor of his cabin and making a strong point, 'don't' mess with me!'

But even with her man on the floor she still had her own plans to 'mess with
him', so to speak! He'd fallen hard but somehow had managed to get enough air
back into his body to get his brain back into some kind of working order.
Although he had no idea what this was all about, he realised he needed to get
out of here, away from the schoolgirl, and fast. He tried to get himself up as
fast as he could, at the same time he stumbled and scampered across the cabin
floor towards the door, his hand reached out grabbed onto the handle and ... .
It was locked, and the key was gone, 'Shit!'

He only had himself to blame for that one, and if he'd looked up, he would
have seen the amusing grin on Suzi's face as she knew he was cursing himself
right now for locking it. It was her turn now, she reached down, two small
petite hands firmly grabbing hold of the man now on all fours and WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! She drove her tender knee, hard, into the side of his manly
body, Suzi pounded him even more as he called out in pain. It was as if she
was determined to crack, break at least one of his ribs the way she went about
this. The ferocity, the driving pain she put into his body and then, CRUNCH!

The was a sound and cry of great pain and then she stopped, she seemed to have
done what she set out to do, for now, but there was more to come. Still on all
fours and in great pain the man was unaware of what the girl did next, until
it was too late. Suzi removed her blazer, throw it over there out the way, she
also removed her school tie and lessened a couple of buttons. Which if Hassan
had seen all this, he would have liked it. But of course, she had her own
plans, which consisted of, UUUUUHHHH!

Before he knew it, the schoolgirls tie was around his neck and being pulled
back against his throat. There was also a knot in the middle of the tie now,
which only went to make this more painful against his throat and made it more
frightening too! She was stood astride the man on all fours and after this
shock of be chocked like this, her, surprising, but amazing strong legs now
gripped against his body. Plus, against that area of his ribs that was now
quite 'sore', and she squeezed! ARRRRRHHHHHH!

Suzi played with her businessman in this potion for a while, pulling back on
her school tie, strangling Hassan and crushing his already painful ribs and
body with her schoolgirl legs. Then she leant over to the side and slowly,
toppled over, the school tie still against his throat, her schoolgirl legs
still squeezing his body, THUD! They landed on the floor of the cabin and now,
smiling, giggling almost laughing the young girl began squeezing his body even
harder. As if she was trying to break him some more.

A short while later and the school tie was whipped away, much to Hassan's
refile but before he could take in any much-needed air Suzi's arms took hold
around his head and neck. She now flexed her, again surprisingly, strong arms
and carried on squeezing with her quite sturdy legs. The flexible, powerful
oriental schoolgirl wondered just how much she could squeeze this man, how
much she could crush him, and what other sounds she could make him make, ...
... POP! ARRRRHHHHHH!

Back in the security men's cabin and HHHUUUU! Charles suddenly woke with a
jerk, was it the train moving that woke him or something else? He lay there
and listened for a while, it was deadly quiet, and somehow for the man it
seemed, too quiet! Even with the faint clattering from the train tracks, and
that it was late, it all seemed far too quiet. Charles got up, checked he had
his gun and opened the cabin door. The corridor was empty, no sign of George,
that wasn't good, wasn't good at all.

Charles immediately went to check on his clients, the three businessmen and
was hoping, praying that they were all ... ... 'Shit!' As the security man
opened the first cabin with his passkey, the cabin looked a mess inside,
everything was all over the places as if a fight had taken place here. There
was no sign of Mr Duggan and, even more worrying, was the large window in the
cabin that was smashed, broken, with a very large hole in it, almost a man
size hole! 'God this wasn't good!'

Not wasting any time, he moved onto the next cabin, again using his passkey
and again it was a case of 'Oh No!' The cabin looked as if all hell had broken
out in there, but at least this time there was 'someone' there. Even if it was
the still, motionless body of Mr Segal! But his body looked quite shocking,
the businessman's body looked all messed up, in such a contorted way, bent
over, twisted, knotted. Charles had to take a moment to work out which part
was which in this 'mess.'

Even so he had to move on, check on Mr Hassan, but the passkey didn't work, so
he put his shoulder into it to open it. The door flew open and revealed a
ransacked room, where a limp body on the floor was all Charles took in. There
was such a look of horror on this one's face, like nothing the security man
had seen before and his body also looked squashed in some strange way. A
trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth gave Charles the impression this
man met his end in a horrific way.

But who could have done all this? There was only one answer and Charles
quickly made his way through to the next carriage and cabin number 13. The one
he knew, as it was in his file, that Miss Direct was booked into. As he
reached the cabin, he put his ear to the door, there was a moaning, groaning
sound from inside. Charles was sure this meant that Mr Duggan was in there and
even though he sounded hurt, but at least he sounded as if he was still alive!

The security man quickly used his passkey and as he threw the door open in a
mad rush, 'Oh!' The man was stopped there in his tracks by the sight before
him, and it certainly wasn't what he was expecting. But this was Miss Direct's
cabin, and suddenly the security man thought that he might have got it all
wrong about this woman, all totally wrong!

There in the cabin was the near naked Miss Direct and with her were two of the
trains youthful travel assistant boys. If defiantly wasn't the sight that the
man had expected. Miss Direct was laying down on the cabins bed. She was
dressed in barely nothing but her black fishnet stockings, one of her legs was
stretched out and halfway up in the air. At the end of it was a near, if not
totally naked train assistant boy who was holding the woman's foot with both
hands. While using his mouth and tongue to worship the mature woman's stocking
covered foot as any boy should do. At the same time as he worshipped her foot,
her other fishnet covered foot was busty rubbing up against his more than
excited boy tool. And getting more 'excited' all the time!

While this was going on at the other end of the cabin bed and the second train
assistant boy that the woman had 'lured' here to her cabin at the end of his
shift was stood there. Again, this boy was nearly all out of his cute boyish
train uniform and was having his excited boy cock being sucked on by the
elegant, mature, stylish, chic woman! Laying across her stunning body was her
fur stole, as if the feel of fur against her naked body added to her pleasure
in all this!

So, in fact all that Miss Direct was after here on the train was some boy fun,
and 'boy, had Charles got it all wrong!' Having burst into her cabin and seen
all this the security man realised how wrong he was. Miss Direct stooped using
her mouth, in that amazing way, or so the boy on the receiving end thought.
She stopped to look at who had disturbed her fun in such a sudden way, and she
wasn't impressed at all!

Just then the train shuddered, a lot, as it suddenly came to an equally abrupt
halt, 'what now?'

Charles turned and ran down to the end of the carriage and back to his
carriage. Something outside in the dark night, caught his attention. He pulled
down one of the corridor windows and looked out into the cool night air. And
there, over there, he could see lights and some movement. Then it all started
to become clear, as he could see and workout, to some degree what had happened
here.

Over there he could see the headlights of a car, no a mini bus or something
large like that. With someone in the driver's seat with another four people
who were getting into the vehicle. Charles could make out the school teacher
chaperon, Ms Prim and her three schoolgirls. It now all looked like as if
they'd pulled the emergency stop cord, at a place they knew, and where now
making their 'escape!' Escape after whatever it was, they'd done to his
clients!

With the women safely in the vehicle it quickly sped off and was gone, 'Shit!'
Charles turned around and hit the door of his cabin, that he was now stood in
front of, BANG! It was out of anger as he'd been done over, by a group of
women, it was so frustrated and for the first time this security man had
failed at his job, 'FUCK!' He punched the door another time, but now he
noticed something there.

There on his door was a card, a business card, slipped into the brass cabin
number plaque. He picked the card out and read it:

DOM Agency

The Detecting Offending Male Agency

Investigation & corrective service for any misbehaving, badly behaved,
husbands, boyfriends, male family members, male bosses or generally any male.

Contact us for desecrate service and guaranteed results

when we catch your man out!

'Well the DOM Agency', it was a new one to Charles but he got the gist of it.
A group of tough females, bringing 'bad' men back in line, but in a quite
harsh way! And somehow these three businessmen had in coming to them, this
security man wonder and suspected that it could well be the men's wives who'd
arranged this all! (Reader may wish to read the previous story - Working Late)

At that moment in the vehicle that was now driving Ms Prim and her girls away
from their first job in this new 'company' they had all joined. This 'team'
had worked well together, had got to their targets with some easy and carried
out their own individual task in a most impressive way. It was now that Ms
Prim was on the phone to Miss 'Demeanour, the founder and head of the DOM
Agency. Reporting back on a successful job all completed. And as a bit of a
treat each girl, Denise, Pasty and Suzi was allowed to phone the wife of they
man they had ... ... the man they had 'caught out!' So that each girl could
give the wife the 'good news' and give a blow by blow account of how her
husband's accident' had happened!

Ms Prim was also told by her boss that when they all arrived back, they were
all going off for a bit of a surprise, the wives had booked a luxurious
weekend away for everyone concerned. An extra 'Thank You', as each woman was
suddenly now very wealthy after her husband's unexpected passing away. Plus,
each wife was very keen to 'personally' thank the lovely girl that had made
this all possible, 'thank them in a very personal way!' In fact, everyone
needed to be 'thanked' by each of the wives! Ms Prim knew it was going to be a
very 'satisfying and rewarding weekend away!'

Back on the train and Charles was feeling so angry, frustrated and ... ... He
suddenly realised, 'George!' where was he? What had happened to him? He
quickly turned away from his cabin door to rush off and search the train,
when, WHACK! UUUWWWHHH! As he turned there was Miss Direct the attractive
older woman who this security man had disturbed while she was getting friendly
with a couple of the young train assistant boys. The woman, dressed still in
her black fishnets but now also a light pink silk short robe. She moved
quickly, as one hand went in fast, really fast, grabbed the man 's gun, from
its holster and then she flung it backward, over her shoulder. Sending it
flying through the air and out the still open window of the corridor behind
her. While her other hand, fist had gone in hard into this man's face.
Knocking him backwards and against the door of his cabin, sending it flying
open and dropping him into the cabin and down onto its floor.

She followed, stepped into the cabin with Charles now on the floor and CRUNCH!
Her foot went into his groin so she gained his full attention, she pushed the
door behind her, closed it and SMACK! WALLOP! THUD! ARRRRRHHHHHH! The woman
had played her part well, she'd misdirected the security men's attention onto
her and so allowed the schoolgirls to do their thing, successfully. But now it
was time to get rid of any loose ends and that included Charles! Plus, the
sooner this was all over and dealt with, the sooner she could get back to her
boys! CRACK! Another fist went in and blood splatter out of the corner of
Charles mouth as Miss Direct was now very keen to get back to her boys and
warm them both up again!

Further down the tarin and the train supervisor, Harold, wobbled a bit as the
train now shuddered back to life and slowly started to get back on its way. It
was about time and the supervisor wasn't happy, this trip wasn't going as
smoothly as it should do! There was a report that four people had missed the
train, a teacher and three students. But he had a full list of passengers
who'd boarded the train, so something was wrong there!

Then someone had pulled the emergency stop and caused the train to come to an
abrupt halt in the middle of nowhere, but why? There were also reports of loud
noises, banging, shouting from carriage number 2, he needed to go and see what
was going on there. To top it all there was no sign, anywhere on the train of
those two young lads, the new assistances. Where could they had gone? 'This
trip was turning out to be murder!' The supervisor thought about that for a
second and then 'that would be all I need ... ... !'