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Borders are down.

Borders are down.

Men of belief in crosses and stones.

Borders are down.

Borders are down. Thanks, Mickey.

How are you?

Dear Red Shoes, people say that a long trip is the best way to forget an old

love and find a new one.

Train.

You ever really thought about train?

I do.

Think about them.

No. I dream about trains all the time.

Especially when I'm sad.

Always have.

Ever since I was a little girl, my mother used to take me to visit my

grandmother on the train.

I'd sit there, listening to the sounds of the wheels clattering along the

tracks.

Look out the window and just let my mind drift.

on my way to and from college, I'd always take the train.

It was a way of relaxing, letting go, of forgetting,

of remembering.

And when I'm on the train and when I fantasize for some reason, I always see

myself in black and white or sepia.

Like in old movies.

I don't know.

Just seems more elegant that way.

More sophisticated.

Like Betty Davis or Joan Crawford.

Gives me confidence.

Separates me from my hang-ups and my problems.

And I open up.

And talk.

And sometimes I even talk to strangers.

I want to be possessive, but that's completely ridiculous because I knew

that he was married even when I pursued him.

It was like being thirsty or hungry. My body reacted.

I just began talking to him, a perfect stranger, about things I'd never had the

courage to talk to anyone else about.

What are you staring at?

Your smile.

It was the first thing I noticed about you when I saw you, was your smile.

You had such a beautiful smile.

You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that you were trying to seduce

me.

I like your smile, and I'm enjoying your company, and...

I guess I've always had this fantasy of picking up a woman on a train and

seducing her.

Your table is ready, sir.

Thanks.

Would you like to have dinner with me?

Do you know what I dream about?

I dream about a man who wouldn't play games with me.

Telling me how wonderful my smile is.

You know, I bet you noticed my ass before you noticed my smile.

Really? You underestimate yourself.

I never look at a man's ass.

Oh, sure you do.

Come on.

No, I don't.

I look at his eyes first.

And then I look at his hands.

And I listen to what he says.

Because I need to know exactly what I'm going to be touched with.

So what do you want?

I want a man I can talk to.

I want a man I can trust.

And I want a man who can excite me.

What about sex?

When it's good sex, it's like losing yourself, being lost, found.

It's like getting so high above everything else that you don't ever want

to come down.

Okay, then.

The perfect seduction.

Tell me about it.

Do you want to be taken from behind?

Or do you want a man to go down on you?

Do you fantasize about being with another woman?

Huh?

Do you want to make love in bed with your clothes on or with your clothes

off? On the beach floor?

Blindfolded?

Or tied down?

On top or on bottom?

Do you want to be made love too tenderly or savagely?

And be in control or just lose control?

I want to be transported.

And I want the man I'm with to be there when I wake up in the morning.

What about you?

What do you want from a woman?

I want a woman that I can trust.

And I want a woman I can talk to more than anything I want a woman to say.

Ask me to dance?

Nobody else is dancing.

Me?

Would you dance with me?

I like your hand on my back.

Move it.

If you really want to know what I fantasize about the most, it's telling a

man exactly how to make love to me.

Where to touch me, when, for how long.

So you want to be in control.

Well, at least until I lose myself.

I want it both ways.

In control and out of control.

But most of the time my insecurities inhibit me.

When you close your eyes, what do you see?

Be a man and a woman.

And they're dancing together.

Looked like it could be you and I.

And they're pressed very close together.

I see his mouth on her.

Now your turn.

I see a woman standing in front of a candle.

She's staring at him.

And the more she stares at him, the more he hungers for her.

What did the woman do?

They begin dancing.

And then, almost imperceptibly,

so slowly, she begins to move her hips back and

forth.

Unable to control herself, she gets aroused.

and burn him.

But he's unable to do that.

Feel like I'm about to lose control.

To give so much to someone that you don't even know.

To give so much to a complete stranger.

He asked to see me again.

And I said yes.

Oh, you look lovely.

Come on in.

The place is beautiful.

Thank you.

Same taste of music.

Picture this.

A Major D sets a man down across from a woman on a train.

And it just may turn out that they're meant for each other.

What are the chances of that?

You were probably just as frightened as I was that what happened on that train

between us...

was just a dream.

And that neither one of us could ever live up to each other's expectations.

There's a man standing in front of a window in a new suit.

And a woman asks him to take his jacket off.

All last week, you were all I could think about.

And I thought, why?

Why can't real life be as exciting as your fantasies?

And I imagined you there in that same window.

And I imagined you taking off your shirt and undoing the buttons of your pants.

I loved seeing him again.

He dreamed of meeting someone on a train.

So did I.

And I'm sure he found me in black and white, with Phoebe.

This dress is on its way.

This dress is on its way.

Feel eyes through hands.

Smile.

So many more of those things.

This church is on its way.

This church is on its way.

Who's gonna give us the one way ticket to the island?

Who's gonna get the road to hell?

Same dream.

What are the chances of that, Red Shoes?

A fantasy turns to reality, to fantasy, to reality over and over again until the

lines between them blur and they find out they really do like each other and

trust each other and maybe even love each other.

What do you think, Red Shoes?

Not bad for a chance meeting, wouldn't you say?

Yeah, I'd say.

Come on, Stella.