He is athletically poised, coiled and leanly muscled, his eyes sharp, head shaven clean, jawline firm and jutting. “Can I help you?” I answer ters...ly, shifting on my bench, resenting being drawn from the reminiscence that has left the gusset of my knickers chafing damply against me. “Couldn’t help noticing that beautiful black waterfall,” he indicates to my newly washed tresses, flowing loose for the first time in months, “that petulant, regal profile,” he smiles winningly, “not to mention. He didn’t need to ask about whom she was referring.“Good,” Ellen said. She went over to the coffee pot and poured a cup of coffee. She returned to the table and took a seat. She stared into her cup.Chef Rupert looked down at his cup of coffee. He sighed. He looked up when Molly snuck into the room. He cleared his throat and watched the woman jump two feet in the air. He asked, “What’s the matter?”“Is he here?” Molly asked.“No,” Chef Rupert said.“Good,” Molly said. She went over to the coffee. Holding her breath, she darted nervous looks around the carriage, wondering if she cried rape would anyone help her. Somehow she doubted it, being groped on trains was just one of those things and the way they were standing, no one would believe they were anything but intimate. His hands slid up inside the dress and over the lacy covering of her bra and she felt her nipples involuntarily hardening under his touch."Like that do you?" he said mockingly, pinching one of the hard buds between his. .. still do, I guess. She always made it clear that she’s not my girlfriend.”“Friend with benefits, huh? A fuck buddy.”“Mom!”“Oh, please! You know enough about me to know that I’m not judging.”“All right then, yes. I’d prefer friend with benefits though. Speaking of which, what’s happening with Alan?”“Nothing,” Irina said sadly. “It turned out that he was expecting a woman of my background to be a little more ... adventurous?”“Like in the clips?” Danny asked, for the first time ever broaching.