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Brock upgraded us all to first-class seating for the four-and-a-half-hour train ride to Edinburgh, and after the fiasco with the plane ride over here and losing my luggage, I didn’t balk at it. I’m a slow learner, but I eventually learn.
Or I try to, anyway. It still sticks in my craw for sure, but at least I’m comfortable.
The seats are covered in red brocade and are comfortably plush. I sit with Brock and Rory, a table between our seats.
Dinner is served on the train, beginning with a smoked salmon roulade. I’ve never had it before. It’s thinly sliced smoked salmon with cream cheese that’s got some kind of herb in it, and it’s drizzled with a vinaigrette.
Surprisingly, it’s good. I eat most things, and I love fish. I’ve just never had it this way before.
Our soup—yes, we get a soup course on the train—is Cullen skink. Can’t say I’m impressed with the name, but according to the menu, it’s a traditional Scottish soup made with smoked haddock, potatoes, onions, and cream and seasoned with herbs and spices. Surprisingly good as well. Then again, I like fish.
Across the aisle from us, Maddie scrunches up her nose.
“Try it, Maddie,” I say. “It’s pretty good.”
“It smells weird.”
“That’s the haddock,” Brianna says. She’s sitting next to my sister.
“I know…” She takes a bite. “All right, so it’s not terrible, but I don’t think I’m going to waste the calories. That salmon thing was good, though.”
Brianna is sitting next to the window across the aisle from us, so I can’t really see her. I’m alone in my row. Dragon would’ve been sitting with me.
Cage and Jake are sitting across from Maddie and Brianna.
Our main course comes—roast beef.
“Not as good as Steel beef,” Brock says, of course.
“I don’t think they get Steel beef in the UK, do they?” Rory asks.
“Our distribution system is pretty much domestic only,” he says.
“I think it’s good,” I can’t help saying.
It’s not a lie at all. The beef is served—again, according to our printed menu—with a red wine reduction sauce and roasted potatoes, root vegetables, and a Yorkshire pudding, which of course I’ve never had before. It turns out to be something kind of like a popover. It’s delicious, very savory. It tastes very…beefy.
“You like your Yorkshire pudding, Jess?” Rory says.
“Yeah. It’s so good.”
Dessert turns out to be sticky toffee pudding.
I rise after I finish my dessert.
My dick is already hardening, just being this close to Brianna.
Damn it all to hell.
“Excuse me,” I say to Brock and Rory. “I’m going to hit the loo.”
“Loo?” Rory raises her eyebrows with a chuckle.
“When in Rome,” I say.
I walk through our coach to the end, where the bathrooms are located—one on each side. One is occupied, so I take the vacant one. I don’t actually have to go the bathroom, but I unbuckle my belt anyway and release my cock.
I give it a few good pulls, but it’s not working for me. Damn.
