Loud enough, at least, to earn a worried look from the girl sitting in the same compartment. You choose to ignore her gaze as you are too absorbed by ...ecalling how you ended up sitting in that train to your sanity's certain bane.*A Sunday afternoon similar to the previous few Sunday afternoons: trying to distract yourself from the grief over a wrecked relationship, trying to salvage what was left of the train wreck you had once called your mind and to cleanse the latter from the years-long. “Mommy!”Heather Mackenzie looked at Lauren curiously as she wheeled her bicycle into the yard, Jimmy in tow. “What are you doing here?” she asked. “Why aren’t you working?”Lauren smiled and reached down to wrap her daughter in a tight hug before sending her off. She dropped the reel of hose she had been wrestling with and answered, “Somebody dug up an electrical line going into the office. No lights, no phones, no air conditioning - no work! We all got sent home early.”“And now?” asked Heather.. She had been working with him to lower his weight and at this point, he had lost about 20 pounds since they first started. She did the usual listening with the stethoscope. She checked his eyes, ears and mouth. All this was routine. She asked about his need for refills on his medications. Then she asked him if he exercised. He said some, and explained that he walked a good deal and that he had taken one of her earlier suggestions to get some resistance bands and used them. She tested his muscle. So when he scooped her breasts out of her bra and began to pinch her nipples, hard at first and then much harder, she forced herself to keep her eyes on his and remain in place. She bit her lip and whimpered though, from pain and arousal in equal measure.Eventually he released her and she was unable to restrain a gasp of relief. He smiled slightly at that, and she was glad she had pleased him, however unintentionally. But he wasn’t through testing her commitment, apparently, because he took.