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Blogs Shareware: TITAN POKER had to relent and begrudgingly sat myself up and slid over to the window seat to let her sit down. She smelled of a bit of hard whisky. Once I got used to the notion that I had a seat mate, I decided to make the best of it and started to chat with her. Her name was Beckie and she was from someplace in Indiana. She was going to college and was traveling back that way. Beckie seemed very nice and she gradually started to lean in on me as the bus headed south. I noticed the two younger fellows across the aisle looking my way, but I was engrossed with the slim gal leaning in on me.