Our proud trainman withdraws, unlocks the door with equal alacrity, peeks down the passageway and steps out. When the door closes, I begin to laugh. Such a comic display of the male libido. Thoughts of dressing up a sheep and presenting such as ‘Danielle’s companion’ flash into my imagination. And my own laughter becomes uncontrollable as I wonder which aperture our train crew would first assault in extracting train fare from an ovine.
With the train entering the Hudson Valley, the sizable cabin window is transformed to a moving panorama of green framed by the light blue sky above and deep blue of the river beneath. It’s time to relax. I press the button for room service then sit back, hike my skirt and part my knees. For Danny Boy, I merely need to point. He crawls forward and as he nest
