That’ll be me.I arrive at the tube station and it’s heaving. Never seen it so busy. Trains have been cancelled due to “water on the line” so w...at is normally a fairly empty station is now just rammed. Hardly any room to move, let alone breathe.The train pulls into the station and the crowd starts to shuffle towards the doors. I can see it’s already pretty full through the blurred steam covered windows, but I’m sure I can squeeze on. I hope. The doors open and a handful of people try to get off,. It was more of a comfort thing; even when she knew it for what it was, if she needed to sleep, her finger would find her clit; her hips would rock as she lay on her side, knees locked together in a foetal position until a satisfying glow was achieved and sleep followed. Her first foray into the experience of sex was at aged seventeen, while on holiday in Tenerife. She met a lad whose name she could never remember after the vacation. He was also on holiday with his parents, seemed to be. He 'touched' one of them; it was a link from a student in an office to the school.There were other colors, and as he sorted through them he cataloged them: controls, background, access to databases, and one, an off-green filament that led off into the distance. He 'touched' it; this led to the cloned Claiborne.He followed it, sensing a barrier of sorts in front of him that he could push through. When he did he found himself back in his body, in an empty hall. Moments later the others joined. I now understood that his preemptive gagging was no accident; for some reason, John's intentions were far from pure, and he fully intended to hurt me more than I would ever consent to. For the first time ever, I hated my husband. Finally, I broke down, thrashing with all my might, trying to kick John with my tiny feet. Tears streamed down my face. The most horrible noise I had ever tried to make emanated from my throat. "Nrrrggghh!" I stared at him with clouded eyes and tried.