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The letters resume from the Trojan's trip through the Chunnel, I think it is affectionately called. That little cave between Europe Mainland and England. He meets a girl on the train, they make out some, manage to slip in a bathroom for a quick in and out, and the train arrives. It was as much time with hassle to deal with his passport and luggage as there was time to ride the train, and the train itself offered no scenic view. The other passengers were mainly businessmen with boring little stories about their businesses.
The girl he found was not so much interesting as she was not as boring as the rest, and another student abroad. She was Australian, and spoke English well enough that it was not too much trouble for the Trojan to charm her in the little time he had. The services offered by the train helped, such as red wine, and after thirty minutes of pointless small talk and three glasses, she was his. After the restroom though, he slipped out, and was in a taxi for gay Paris before she knew that he had escaped. All in all, it is just another random encounter for him, and neither he nor I can make it sound any better. But he has better tales after this, including one on the train for Paris to Madrid. I'll be sure to post them soon, though I do get distracted. I have had these letters, and this story for nearly a week, and only now do I get around to posting.
The girl he found was not so much interesting as she was not as boring as the rest, and another student abroad. She was Australian, and spoke English well enough that it was not too much trouble for the Trojan to charm her in the little time he had. The services offered by the train helped, such as red wine, and after thirty minutes of pointless small talk and three glasses, she was his. After the restroom though, he slipped out, and was in a taxi for gay Paris before she knew that he had escaped. All in all, it is just another random encounter for him, and neither he nor I can make it sound any better. But he has better tales after this, including one on the train for Paris to Madrid. I'll be sure to post them soon, though I do get distracted. I have had these letters, and this story for nearly a week, and only now do I get around to posting.