An obliging conductor had rigged the PA system in the Lounge car into an audio player and to work only in the Lounge, and a Karaoke contest had develo...ed on the upper deck of the Sightseer. Some older black woman was currently doing a good job of singing along to one of George's favorites: Take The 'A' Train. She wasn't Ella Fitzgerald- but nobody was. Heck, chances were, nobody would ever better her.He and Jill were doing a bad job of attempting to dance with the song, stumbling around because. Adriana bit her bottom lip and started moving her fingers on his scar, slowly and gently, like she was caressing his skin. Her evil plan of teasing him with some physical touch worked perfectly, as planned. Unfortunately it also backfired. His skin was tough but comfortable; his muscle was strong and firm; his scent was manly and tempting. And that huge bulge in his pants was just in front of her eyes, no more than two feet from her face. She kept guessing how hard his shaft was under that. Mbutu responded to Hakeem’s suggestion. “Well-thought, young brother. However, we must consider the impact of this move. It is too easy to seduce a 20-something-year-old white woman to breed her. The younger women of this area are easy to sway, and it wouldn’t make much of a statement to see them lust for a strong Black man such as any of us in this room.” Kwame, a member of seniority, and a well-reputed member in the group raised an eyebrow, for what could be a better target for a Black. And though I couldn't stay long having left the meter running on the cab, I wanted to drop by long enough to check on things myself. As I'd already been told, I was still resting comfortably, or so it seemed. Ensuring no one was about, I leaned over, whispering. "Faye? It's me ... Howard. Are you in there? Can you hear me Faye? Can you hear me?" I waited for some sign of recognition, anything. But there was nothing. Once again stopping by the nurses' station, I left the same instructions I had.