I’m sure that’s the same for most people, but now I made note of how her brown hair curled over her shoulders, and how her breasts bounced slightl... when they bumped against the table. She raised her head, so she must have noticed me staring.“There was a wasp just about to land on your shoulder,” I said and pointed to empty air behind her.She glanced back and shrugged, seeing there was nothing there. “It must have flown out,” she said.Luckily the window actually was open, so there was at least a. ’ ‘That’s not possible, I’m sure. You being less pretty, that is.’ Ashley blushed at that and resumed tugging, albeit painfully. ‘Seriously, Ashley stop.’ ‘Why? You did ask me to turn around for you yesterday.’ ‘I did?’ ‘Oh wow, you don’t remember? Those drugs must be good!’ ‘Well, I’m sorry for asking that of you, though I wouldn’t mind seeing what you have. But, aren’t our parents due back soon?’ Ashley pondered this, then grabbed her clothes and changed in the bathroom. As if on cue, both. “That was amazingly witty, but you actually meant that. Didn’t you?” He looked around at the rest of us. “She did mean that, and she was speaking for all of you. Wasn’t she?”Heather tugged slightly on his hands to get him focused on her. “Yes, Dad. I did. We did. You’re the only man that any of us has ever met who interests us at all. I’m not saying that we might not meet another such, but, so far, we haven’t. We love you. We’re in love with you. We love being your girlfriends. We would truly. We've all heard the moaning: their boss, the length of their commute, their pay, the costs of their commute, their children, the stifling crush on their commute, their life, their choices, their frigging commute. It's all about them.But I see you with your friend, looking around the train and wondering; I'm there, but I'm listening to my music, oblivious to the world around me. I'm not a threat to you two: I'm no mugger nor a problem. Just a guy on minimum wage travelling home after his shift..