Two hours into the train ride to his soon-to-be home country and Randy Bishop was starting to wonder what all the fuss was about. He had just gotten up from his seat aboard the Freedonia Express to give his legs a much needed stretch, and, doing his best to maintain his balance, worked his way towards the back of the train in search of the train's commissary and lounge. In addition to his person on the train's upper deck, Randy's entire life possessions were carefully packed in the baggage cart on the train's bottom level. The now-former accountant had worked tirelessly since graduating college to achieve a semi-retirement in Freedonia at the relatively young age of 37. Unlike his friends and colleagues, Randy spent his 20's and 30's avoiding marriage (though he had many interested girlfriends), home ownership (Randy rented cheap apartments, generally with a roommate), and even weekend vacations (Randy had never crossed the Atlantic Ocean) , not to mention the endless questions he received concerning his spartan lifestyle. Yet Randy had a goal he was determined to achieve and this train-ride represented the fulfillment of all that hard work and deferred pleasure.
Randy finally stumbled his way into the train's final car to find a simple snack stand manned by a stunningly cute redhead in the Freedonia Express' trademark uniform consisting of a pink button down blouse and matching pencil skirt. All the ladies who worked on the Freedonia Express all wore this uniform and, Randy was pleased to notice, were all young and attractive. Up until now they each interacted with Randy in a purely business-like manner, although he couldn't help but suspect they were flirting with him ever so slightly as they performed their assorted tasks. The girl that checked his baggage commented on how strong he was when he insisted that he carry his own bags into the stowage locker, while the woman taking his ticket pointed out with a certain wink in her eye that his was a One-Way ticket to Freedonia.
"Yes Freedonia will be my new home." Randy informed the blonde bombshell as she inspected his ticket, while he himself inspected her uniform which bore a nametag reading "Stephanie".
"Welcome, sir" she replied, smiling coyly and licking her lips ever so slightly before advancing down the car to check more passenger tickets.
The girl at the commissary, this one's name tag read Kelley, handed Randy his requested can of soda and a bag of cashews.
"Will that be all sir? Unfortunately we haven't entered Freedonian borders yet so I'm still bound by the Prude Laws."
"Yes, that will do it." Randy had spent every moment of the little free time he had these past few years reading up on his new homeland and its revolutionary attitude towards human sexuality, so he was fairly certain he could read between the lines of the what Kelley's last words. Nevertheless, he wanted to play it cool in front of his new countrywomen, so he faked a knowing nod and found an empty seat in the lounge car.
Near his seat Randy noticed a middle-aged couple sitting on the same side of a booth, snuggling lazily while enjoying their own afternoon snack. The couple did not pay Randy any mind, and, shortly after he sat down, he noticed the woman's hand move absentmindedly towards the crotch of her partner's khaki shorts. No sooner had the woman, an attractive woman in her 40's whom Randy suspected was an absolute knockout when she was younger, began caressing her partner than he shooed her hand away and readjusted himself in his seat. "Not yet, dear. We're still outside Freedonia's borders, I wouldn't want us to get arrested!"
This last remark brought a chuckle to both the man and the woman's faces. Feeling creepy for having witnessed this intimate moment between strangers, Randy focused his attention out the train's window and watched the desert of what was once the State of Nevada race by as he began sipping his soda. We are getting close Randy thought to himself, as he enjoyed the scenic view. The spike in blood sugar brought on by the soda soon subsided and Randy felt himself being lulled to sleep by the endlessly passing desert.