As our fellow passengers began to rise from their seats, we hurried to make ourselves decent - him, pulling his jacket across his jutting cock; me, pu...ling down my skirt and buttoning my blouse. Only the flush on our faces gave away the fact that we had almost succumbed to our desire, right there and then.This respite gave me a moment to think - what am I doing? Almost exposing myself in public, displaying myself like that for a complete stranger. Dear god, what is wrong with me?The train. Then, one day, a girl namedLeah Walker grinned at me. "He?s got the hots for you, kiddo." But he can?t. I don?t have...I mean I have...well, you know what Imean." I do. And I know what he means to do. The boy?s got it for you,kiddo." He can?t," I said."Why not?" Because I?m not a girl!" Of course you are, kitten. If you judge by things other than anatomy,you may be the girliest person I know." But...my butt..." Is a nice butt." And my mouth..." Is a nice mouth." Damn it. I?m a maid. I?m not a. She might have told us about the day you moved in too." And with that last line, she re-crossed her legs and sat there waiting, some kind of bombshell of information dropped."And that had you excited?" You have no idea how boring this place can be, I just didn't think it would be me that got tangled up! I was sure Elizabeth at number 42 would have been over here by now, flaunting those eighteen-month-old globes around."I look at her, shocked."Oh come on, I'm sure you noticed, as if we. ’ I knew by the look on her face that she didn’t understand a word I was saying, but it didn’t matter. ‘And if anyone finds us, claim that you escaped, and I’m leading you back to camp. See, this compass I have is broken, so I have an excuse to walk in the wrong direction. See? It will work…’ She gazed at me with sad eyes and shook her head. ‘No,’ she responded, and with shaking hands lifted the barrel of my gun and placed it against her temple. ‘Please,’ she repeated, ‘help me.’ Tears welded.