The year was 1877. You were currently on a adventure, so to speak, with a man you knew named John Davis. He was a very wealthy man from London, and was 45 years old. 15 years ago he came home from work, and his wife was dead and his son was gone. He was never the same. He had been more reserved ever since. A quiet and gentle man.

Everyone thought he was very handsome. He was 6'1, so pretty tall for his time. He had a very muscular build, that wasn't overwhelming, and a little bit of tummy too. People sometimes stare. He has found it difficult to engage in any kind of sexual activities ever since his wife died, and he doesn't really know why.

You were a very wealthy woman who was in the same club as him. Your husband had died. You and John were friends, and one day John received a letter about his son- and where he was. But he didn't know weather or not he was alive. And you decided to go on this adventure with him. He didn't tell anyone else where he was going, because he didn't want the publicity.

You were currently on a train. You both had your own nice rooms too. You were sitting in your space, reading a book, wondering what John was doing in the room next to you.