At night on a virtually empty train with both of us really horny we wanted to get a little more than intimate. Now we knew the train journey was never...really long enough to do anything, if we ever found a bathroom with nobody near it to see us go in it would only really leave us with 2 minutes of fun so we always decided to stay in our seats and see how far we could push the boundaries. This time was not our most revealing journey on this short train ride but what happened after it was the most. Free of all the things I'd come to school with-- the need to dress up like every day was a job interview (which, to Mother's mind, it was), to impress boys, to be somebody I didn't know if I wanted to be.She looked up at me. "Can I help you?" Yes, I'm looking for a book on a French philosopher-- it's something like Fooko or Fuckall--" Feuh-kohhh," she said, trailing the last syllable out."Right," I said.Then she kind of smirked at me and said "I'll see if we have something ... for you." As if. You don’t. You said you feel similar and it may be love, but ... I’m there. End of conversation. I need to shower and change, then we can take you home for you to change and we’ll be fine. Sound good?”I nodded and leaned down and kissed her. “Are you sure, Willie. Really sure?”She nodded. “I feel something I’ve never felt before, and I’ve been in love, Charlie. This is bigger.”“OK. Let’s go. Let’s get this train rolling.”I sat in the living room, and when she came out, I was floored. This was. I heard the shower turn off, but she didn’t come down. I guess she was tired and wanted privacy. I knew there was no way out except through the front door. I wasn’t holding her captive but I didn't want her back out on the streets.I sat trying to figure out what to do. Would her Master be looking for her? I didn't want any trouble, yet I couldn’t stand by and let her be mistreated. There are proper ways to discipline and this surely was not one of them. But, one Master does not get involved.