Collette finished her second drink when she sighed and smiled at Graham.  "Tell me, Graham," she whispered sexily in his ear, "are you a member of the mile high club?"

    Graham spun his head around to look at her.  He could tell by her tone that she was serious.  Finally, he shook his head.  "No," he said.

    Collette smiled.  "Take off your pants."

    His eyes grew wide.  "Here?"  His voice was tight, he was afraid of getting caught, literally with his pants down. 

    The plane was dark, the sun had set and they had flown into the darkness of the future.  Collette nodded, "yes, here."  Her tone was one of curious amusement, she had enjoyed the fear in Graham's voice.

    Graham glanced around nervously as he slowly unfastened his pants.  Looking frightened, a look that made Collette's panties grow damp, Graham lifted his hips and slid his pants down and finally stepped out of them.  He reached down and picked up his pants.  Folding them, he draped them in his lap. 

    "Very nice," Collette said.  "Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes." She smiled devilishly, "leave your pants here."

    "Yes, mistress," he gulped.

    Collette climbed to her feet and made her way forward to the closest bathroom.  She used the bathroom and waited with the door locked for Graham to knock.  She didn't have long to wait and Graham's rapping query caused her to smile. He was standing outside the locked bathroom door in his underwear and she could see him standing there nervously dancing from one foot to the other.  The view in her mind caused her to smile.

     Graham knocked again.

    Collette waited.

    Graham knocked a third time, louder, more insistently. 

    Collette smiled, seeing him in her minds eye looking around anxiously to see if he had been seen.  Grinning broadly, Collette unlocked and opened the door.

    Graham climbed into the small room with Collette, the two of them barely able to stand together in the small room.  Collette backed up and squatted with her legs splayed on the steel toilet.  Graham took the time and extra space to spin around and lock the door, the small tag moving from vacant to occupied. 

    Collette pulled her skirt above her waist, revealing her yellow panties to Graham's gaze.  "Eat me," she commanded, keeping her voice low.

    "Yes, mistress," he said as he watched her pull her panties down her leg only to drop them on the small sink.

    Graham obeyed with obvious zeal.  He ran his fingers along her thighs and slowly dropped to his knees as well as the small room would allow.  He licked her thighs, sliding his head from one side to the other, bathing her thighs with his tongue.  His right hand slid upwards and softly stroked her dampening sex. 

    Collette moaned in response.

    Graham slid two fingers into Collette's sex and then pressed his tongue against the soft folds of her pussy.  He began rotating his wrist, flipping his fingers one hundred eighty degrees over and over while his tongue lapped her clit with strong, rapid swipes.  Collette bucked once, her body growing tense as her pleasure climbed.  Graham kept probing her clit while his fingers kept dancing within her satin softness. 

    Collette gasped in delight.

    Graham smiled at the response she was giving to his ministrations.  He enjoyed pleasing and pleasuring her.  He was growing excited by her response, his cock bulging inside his underwear.  He pulled his fingers fro her pussy, and making a fist, he began walking the knuckles of his fist against her pussy.  Up and down, his fist rocked, pressing firmly against her moistness.

    Grahampulled his hand from Collette's pussy and buried his face between her thighs.  He licked the moistness from her skin and drove his extended tongue into her sex.  His tongue snaked like an unwinding spring and it was all Collette needed to jump off the cliff of excitement and fall into the space of orgasmic bliss.  She bit her lower lip to stifle her screams. Her hips rose, driving her pussy into Graham's face. 

    Graham rode her orgasm to completion, never pulling his face from her sex.

    Collette settled back down to the silver seat and said, "that was wonderful."

    Graham savored her praise and said, "thank you." 

    Collette picked up Graham's underwear and said, "meet me back at our seat."  With that she left Graham standing there naked from the waist down.

    Graham spotted her panties on the sink, where she had dropped them and knew it was those or nothing.  He chose the panties. He pulled them on.  They were snug and the outline of his hard cock was visible behind the thin fabric.  He swallowed and followed Collette out the small bathroom's door.

    The plane was quiet, only the drone of the engines could be heard, punctuated by the occasional sneeze or cough.  The interior lights were off, only a few reading lights on to lead Graham back to his seat.  His hands were folded in front of his cock and his face was flushed.  Collette had taken the aisle seat and was blocking the window seat for Graham.

    "Mistress?" he whispered.

    Collette looked up at him and smiled, "oh, hi.  Do you want to sit down?"

    He nodded.

    "Don't you want to come?" she asked in a throaty whisper.

    He nodded again. 

    "Then here," she said as she handed graham a small plastic cup that Graham's had been drinking water from.  "Come in this and bring the cup back here."  Reading the look on his face she said, "you do want to come, don't you?" She was toying with him. 

    Graham took the cup and snuck back to the still vacant bathroom.

    He dropped Collette's panties and masturbated, spilling his semen into the cup.  The thick liquid splashed against the bottom and collected in a thick pool.  He washed his hands, dried them, and quickly returned to Collette's seat after pulling his panties back up.  He was thankful that, so far at least, his trip had gone unnoticed.  "Mistress," he whispered.

    Collette smiled at him and let him pass by her.  He took his seat, thankful to be back and out from the view of the rest of the passengers.

    Collette raised her drink to Graham and said, "cheers."

    Graham raised his plastic cup, tapped her glass with his, and pressed the cup to his lips.  Eyes shut, he tilted the glass and slowly drained his still hot seed into his mouth.  He kept his eyes shut and his mouth open until the cup refused to release any more of its treasure.  Finally, he put the plastic cup down.

    Colletteshivered in delight, "that was wonderful.  Lick the cup clean for me."

    Graham picked up the glass and used his hand to scoop out the residue of his semen out of the small plastic cup.  He brought his wet fingers to his mouth and cleaned his sperm from them.  Finished with his task, he once again set the cup down.  "Done, mistress."

    Collette moaned.  "Mm-hum." 

    Graham looked at the look of lust on her face and smiled.  He could see her nipples under her top, evidence of her arousal.  Graham looked around and dropped his hand into her lap.  He snaked his hand up her naked leg and slipped his hand under her skirt.  He found her sex, moist from her excitement, and began to masturbate her. His thumb pressed against her clit. He ran his thumb in circles, slow and fast and back again, driving her body higher towards the peak of pleasure.

    Quietly, she came, her fingers digging into the hard plastic of the airplanes seat.

    Grahampulled his hand from beneath Collette's skirt.  He glanced around the dark plane and asked quietly, "can I have my pants back, please?"

    Collette laughed, barely suppressed, "no.  I like you in my panties." 

    Graham dropped his hands into his lap, to cover his crotch.  "Okay."  He could deny her nothing.  Since her return to his life, he had been floating on a cloud of euphoria and would do nothing to cause that cloud to crash to the earth. 

    Collette laughed again.  She reached under the seat in front of her and handed Graham his pants.  "Here.  I was just toying with you."

    "Thank you," Graham said with relief.  He placed the pants in his lap.  "The plane is dark," he said.  "I'll keep the pants handy, just in case.  But if you like me like this, I'll stay like this."

    Collette leaned her head against his shoulder.  She grabbed his arm with both her hands and rested comfortably.  She was asleep almost immediately.

* * * * *

    "Ladiesand gentlemen," a voice rang out, "we have started our descent into Paris, France. Please return your tray tables to their locked position and raise your seats to their upright position.  We thank you for flying with us today and look forward to serving you again, when your travel once again takes you to Paris.  Have a great day."

    Collette looked out the window, staring at the French countryside as it streaked by under the plane.  She had not been to Paris in a long time and with Graham sitting next to her, she wished she was here now for a totally different reason.  She wished with a deep breath of sadness, that this was a pleasure trip and not a trip to the unknown.  Alas, she thought, seldom does on have control of their future, only their present could they control.  Life seemed to be funny that way.

    Graham was staring out the window as well, looking past Collette.  He was not thinking anything deep.  He was lost in the moment, enjoying the view as the first foreign country he had ever seen raced before his eyes.  He had never even been to Canada and had lived barely ten hours from the border.  He just never traveled. Now, with Paris looming in his immediate future, he was as excited as a child on Christmas morning. 

     "Looking forward to this, are you?" Collette asked, sensing his mood.

    He nodded giddily, "yes!"  His voice carried in the confined of the plane and a number of passengers turned to look at him.

    Collette smiled at his exuberance, "you will enjoy the train ride through the country.  It is beautiful.  You will get quite a feel for the country as the different cities race by.  The architecture will change from region to region.  The people will be different.  You'll see."

    "It'll be fun," he said happily.

    "Yes." She said, not adding anything else.  It would be fun, but that fun would be short lived.  The future was out of control, and would be revealed shortly, and she doubted that it would be fun.  She sighed.

    "Tired?" Graham asked, misunderstanding her sigh.

    "Yes," she said.  She left it at that.

    Graham looked around and slowly slipped his pants on. He knew he had been seen sitting there with his pants in his lap, but he really didn't care.  He had made Collette happy and he doubted he would ever see any of these people again in his life.  Collette's happiness was more important that the small amount of humiliation he felt over wearing her panties at the front of the first class cabin.

    Graham kept staring out the window as the plane dropped lower.  The greens of the landscape gave way to the black concrete and finally the stained runway.  The plane bounced once and then settled onto the ground.  The engines whined as the thrust-reversers activated.  The wings separated and unfolded, aiding in bring the plane to a safe speed to taxi to the gate. 

    The plane turned and finally stopped.  The passengers began to stand and collect their belongings as the jet way was moved into position.  Finally, after being on the ground for ten minutes, the door opened and Graham and Collette left the plane.  Graham followed behind Collette without realizing he was letting her lead; it was just the natural place for him to follow. 

    They made their way through customs, with their bags back in their possession and their passports stamped.  Grahams first stamp in his first passport.  He seemed proud of it and was smiling broadly as he stared at the blue ink.  Collette smiled with him.

    Theyleft customs and made their way to a currency exchange.  Collette traded dollars for francs and armed with local currency, the two of them left the airport and took a taxi to the train station.  The plans that Kilandra had were perfect and the two of them arrived at the train station merely and hour before their train was to leave on its leisurely two day ride to Monaco.

    A steward helped them to their private cabin and Collette tipped him well.  He thanked her in French and she replied in kind.  Hearing her speak French caused Graham to ask, "how many languages do you speak?"

    "French, Spanish, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, German, Hindi, Italian, Arabic, and English, of course.  So," she counted on her fingers, "ten languages."

    Graham was amazed, "wow!" His mouth was open in surprise.  "That's amazing.  You're amazing." 

    She giggled, "thank you."

    Hestepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.  "Thank you for bringing me with you."

    She could hear a timbre in his voice that she couldn't quite place, awe perhaps.  He seemed to be overwhelmed.  She hugged him back and then pushed him backwards onto the small bed that spColletted the room.  A lone window was positioned above the bed, centered on the wall.  Outside the station was nearly deserted, most of the people now on board the train.  Collette stepped forward and dropped her skirt.  Graham was still wearing her panties, so she stood naked from the waist down.

    Outside, a horn sounded.

    Collette straddled Graham's body and slowly slid higher.  Graham shifted sideways, lifting Collette with him.  He wound up lying on his back while Collette straddled his head, her pussy inches from his mouth.  "You know what to do, don't you?"

    "Yes," he breathed into her sex.

    The horn sounded again and the train started to move with a soft lurch.

    Collettesank down onto Graham's face. His tongue parted the soft folds of her pussy.  He began to rotate his tongue in large circles, pleasuring her with hims mouth as she moaned and gasped above him.  His hands ran softly over her back, a tender, soft motion.  He continued to pleasure her sex with his tongue as she ground her body onto his face. 

    Graham began to pump his tongue in and out like a piston and when he tilted his head and ran his tongue over her clit she gasped loudly.  After two more swipes she was bucking and after another dozen she came loudly, screaming his name in elated bliss.  Her breathing came in short gasps and her body tingled.  Goose bumps ran down her arms.  She climbed off Graham and lay down next to him.  "Masturbate for me."

    "Yes, mistress," he said.  He dropped his pants and her panties and began to masturbate.  His hand was a blur.  His toes curled and he quickly came, spilling his sperm onto his chest and stomach.

    "Wonderful," Collette said, watching him.  "You know what to do, don't you?"

    "Yes, mistress," he repeated.

    "Good."

    Grahamdropped his hand to his chest and scooped two fingers full of his sperm.  He brought them to his open mouth.  He cleaned his fingers, sucking his seed from his fingers.  His hand returned to his stomach and he scooped more of the thick, white fluid into his mouth.  Over and over he continued until his body was clean of his spilled semen.

    "That was great!"

    "I'm glad you liked it."

    "Very much."  She sat up and Graham sat up with her.  "Let's take a shower and head to the dining car.  We can watch the landscape race by as we eat."

    "Sounds great," Graham said.  He liked it when she led.

    The shower in the deluxe suite of the train was too small for the both of them.  Collette showered first while Graham put their luggage away.  Collette emerged from the shower with a large terrycloth towel wrapped around her body.  Steam rolled from the room when she opened the door and Graham felt the heat of the water.  He smiled at her and then said, "be right out."

    Collette nodded.

    Graham showered and emerged with a second towel wrapped around his waist.  Collette had dressed in a light floral dress.  She had quickly dabbed some make-up on her face.  She looked angelic and when she smiled Graham felt his heart melt.  Helen could not affect him as greatly, no matter what she had been able to do to Troy.  "You look great."

    "Thank you," she said.  "Get dressed.  I've set out some clothes for you."

    She had set out a pair of shorts and a golf shirt.  On top of that were the same yellow panties he had donned on the plane.  He dressed in the clothes without complaint or comment. 

    The two of them made their way to the dining car.  They took a seat opposite each other in a small booth on the left hand side of the train.  A waiter arrived and in a thick French accent he spoke, "monsieur, madam," he handed a menu to Collette and a second to Graham.  "What would you like to drink?"

    "Whiskey and diet coke," Collette said.

    "Lemonade, please."

    "Of course."  He turned and left to fetch the drink orders.

    Graham and Collette looked over the menus.  They made small talk about what sounded good and finally when the waiter returned, Collette settled on a lobster soup and flounder with a raspberry glaze.  Graham ordered a Cornish game hen with oven baked new potatoes.  "Right away," the waiter said with a nod.  He turned to fill the order.

    Dinner arrived and they ate; the sounds of clanging silverware barely overpowering the sounds of "mmm," and "yummy."  The food was wonderful, both Graham and Collette agreed.  They watched the French landscape race by.  Lush green trees and large and elaborate country villas.  It was easy to see why EuroDisney would be such a blight on such a beautiful parcel of the open French countryside.

    They were silent, no words needing to be spoken.  They were comfortable with their silence.  They held hands like newlyweds as they watched the country race by.  The waiter kept their glasses filled; Collette having switched to raspberry tea after her second mixed drink.  Graham caressed Collette's knuckles with his thumb and she welcomed the gentle caress with a warm smile.  They were like newlyweds, she thought, only with an uncertain future. 

    Graham could not believe his luck.  He was on a romantic getaway with the woman that had meant so much to him in the past, one who he had never expected to see again.  Now, he was holding her hands and taking a train trip through the French countryside.  It was funny how life worked out sometimes.  He never wanted this moment to end.  He knew, as she did, that the future was uncertain.  He resolved not to think about that; she would keep him safe. 

    The waiter returned and asked if they were ready for desert.

    Collette said, "yes," and Graham agreed.

    "Right away," the waiter said and he turned away.  A moment later he returned with a chocolate cake with a whipped cream topping.  They shared the cake, using two forks.  It was deliciously decadent and Collette applauded the cook with praise to the waiter.  He promised he would inform the chef and Collette knew he would. 

    They finished desert and their drinks and made their way back to their cabin where they lay down on their bed with the view outside growing dark.  They were asleep before a half hour had passed.

* * * * *

   A tall man wearing dark clothing boarded the train.  He had a dark beard and a well trimmed moustache.  Large eyes filled his round face.  Undetected under his coat was a large gun equipped with a silencer.  He showed his ticked to the conductor and was escorted to his room.  He locked the door and settled down for the train to recommence its trek to Monaco.

    He reached into his coat and pulled out the telegram.  He read it again. 

   Thank you for the information. Stop.  You will be rewarded. Stop.  Contact us when she arrives in France.  Stop.  Keep and eye on her, but do not approach her.  Stop.  Follow her at a safe distance. Stop. You know how dangerous she can be.  Stop.   Tress.

    He put the note away, frowning.  He felt like a pawn in a chess game that he no longer understood.  Something was happening that he was certain he was a part of, he just did not know what that part was.  With a sigh, he settled down to sleep.

* * * * *

   The train rolled through the night. Paris was far behind and Monaco loomed closer with each passing moment.  The gentle clanging of the rail was soothing and Collette slept undisturbed.  Graham slept next to her, lost in a world of bliss.  He slept peacefully, not dreaming.  He was living his dream. 

    Small towns raced past.  Darkness pressed against the glass, peering in at the sleeping couple.  The moon smiled down.

    The train continued to rail towards Monaco.

* * * * *

    Two cars up the man slept.  His gun was under his pillow as if he expected trouble.  He did know how dangerous his quarry was and he was not taking any chances.  His door was locked, his gun loaded, his mind spinning behind his closed eyes.  His dreams came in the color of blood.

* * * * *

   Collette rolled over and opened her eyes.  Something was different; something was out of place. She couldn't place it, but she could sense it, an unease had settled over her thoughts.  She sat up.  Graham was sleeping beside her, oblivious to the disquiet she was feeling.  She turned to stare out the window.  The moon bathed the landscape in its gentle glow, the world outside seemed peaceful.

    Inside, however, peace had disappeared and only that nagging foreboding remained.  She climbed from the bed and pulled her gun from her purse.  The Boy Scouts were correct about one thing: be prepared.  She climbed back into bed with her gun safely ensconced under her pillow.  Armed, she felt immediately better.  It was as if her gun was a mystical aspirin and her unease the headache.

    Slowly, as the train raced through the dark, she drifted back to a shallow sleep.