Things were going well. Even when they didn’t see eye to eye on things they both respected each other to listen.As they sat on his couch one night, with a six-pack of beer, pizza and a movie that was playing but not really being watched, they were kissing and she giggled.“What’s so funny?” he asked nibbling on her neck playfully.“Oh it’s just amusing to think I’m essentially the girl next door.”“Yeah, and oh, so sexy.”She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, this time wanting more. She then rested her hand on his chest and played mindlessly with the first button on his shirt.“Hmmm… I think you need to take your shirt off,” Diana said breathlessly.She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and he pulled his arms out of the sleeves and slung the shirt to the floor.“Now you,” he responded.“Um this is isn’t a shirt, it’s a dress.”“Even better.” He lifted her arms and followed with pulling the dress up and threw it right on top of his shirt on the floor.He leaned back so she could lay. They would be on the ground running, because of the Desert Wind's incredible lateness, Santa Fe would try to run it - and resultantly the Chief - through the stops as quickly as possible.He made it to the door of the sleeping car just as the Desert Wind came to a rest. Not bothering to wait for the sleeping car attendant to open the coach door- luckily, since he had been slugged- he quickly undogged the door latches and threw it open, jumping onboard.He started to walk to his son's room but saw Barry standing there, the knife gleaming even in the dim light of the car. He didn't wait to ask questions. Act first, ask the questions later, he figured. He raced up behind Barry.As he raced, his leg moved back in a perfect arc. Then it shot forward.Once again, Barry had the sensation of being impacted by a freight train. Only this time, it was in the area he valued most in life. He felt as if a freight train had impacted his privates."HAIYOOOODDDLLLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAOOOOOOIEEEEAAEYYYYYYYE!".
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