She emailed me the following morning:"YOU BETTER FUCKING CALL ME! AS SOON AS YOU GET HOME."I smiled as I read her message. For the first time in month..., I started having some real hope that things would improve for me.In spite of any personal problems I was having, my grades had been kept up. My parents had spent a pretty penny sending me to Middlebury. I didn't want my getting poor grades to add to the disappointment they already had from me deciding that I didn't want to continue attending. Then she says, to be honest hon,most men are only good at two things, sex and opening jars and sometimes they can't even do the first dam thing right! We both laughed. She said, been divorced twice, spent 20 years completely trapped last time, never again! The sex i get while single is hotter, better and my lovers are 1000x more attentative.I don't need a man who will get bored with me and then go boffing his secretary while my pussy gets no attention, not going through that ever again. i. He slowly makes his way into the center of the carriage as well. Just behind her.The train suddenly came to a sudden stop. He used it as an excuse to brush his pants against the back of her dress.He slyly took out his mobile phone and place it under her skirt, pressing the record button, having a good view of her firm buttocks, and her pink panty.He looked at the video and played it a few times. His bulge in the pants became more noticeable. He got bolder. He quickly and quietly used his. 'Nothing, I'm sorry' he whispered as he scurried away and opened a door and disappeared from site.'You scared the shit out of him.' came another voice from behind me in the dark.Spinning around I found my self-looking at a late 20's black man smoking a cigar.'Relax.' he said holding his hands up palm out. 'These guys aren't use to being talked to in a commanding voice. Head nod and small hand signal is how most of them communicate. In here any way.' bring the cigar to his mouth and taking a.