As we checked out, both my wives had an inspired idea to get us home and that was to ride the country’s one rail line that went from the southern tip of the island where we were back to the side of the city where the pub was. It ran straight through the middle of the country instead of the west side like we had come down when we came to the Tiki Resort. I haven’t been on the thing but it was said to be one of those 1940s engines pulling similarly vintage passenger cars. Kind of nostalgia thing and it seemed to be doing rather well. It was the best way to see the middle of the country.
We packed our things and bid a fond farewell to the staff of the Tiki Resort and headed to the train station which also was built-in a style that reflected the age of the trains. We bought our ticket for home and noted that we would be home by evening so we headed to the passenger cars and found a private room in the VIP car which had seats, a coffee table and a way to pull the blinds and make the room truly private. It was going to take all day to get home so we decided to make the best of it by engaging in conversation. At mid day we were interrupted by the announcement the dinning car was serving lunch so we headed out and had a fabulous lunch. We received no dirty looks and the nice part was most of the passengers were citizens or enlightened tourists..
After lunch we headed back to our compartment and I decided to take a nap while the girls decided to engage in games of chess. Time passed quickly and soon we found ourselves pulling into the station of our destination. The car was waiting for us as we disembarked. The chauffeur loaded our stuff as we piled into the car. Soon we were whisked away to our mansion. We hit the door and the staff took care of our stuff. We headed upstairs and our evening ritual included Connie kissing me and heading to her room and me bad Tequila heading for bed.
There is something about being home that was refreshing. It was nice to wake up and not worry about clothing but just heading down to breakfast. I found the girls waiting for me and they too were skyclad. We had a great breakfast and then we headed back upstairs to get dressed. Time to get back to work.
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