Jonathan Miller...
We wind our way through tunnels along cliff-hugging tracks above the lake. With a vista of snow-capped peaks along the far shore forming a picture-perfect backdrop, we gain a full appreciation of the engineering achievement that produced this part of the railway in the early twentieth century. There would be plenty of opportunities to take photographs as the train winds its way along the lake, and Mate was doing it.
I smirked as I saw that she was using the camera I bought from Joe. She was refreshing to look at, as she was wearing an elegant pink fuzzy halter dress. It would be easy for us to place our hands on her, but I want her to enjoy the journey. Looking at Garcia, he was thinking the same too. Garcia’s gaze traveled to her body, and his eyes became thoughtful w
