She asked why i call myself thunderball868 she said it sounded like a porn star name and i told her if i was a porn star my name would be thunderballs...She said in a joking way i would love to see that she asked me one day why my uniform pants always look like a have a hard-on i told her i have a long BBC and i have to fold it to get it into my underwear she laughed and say all men say that and i told her no im really serious.She then said she would love to see a picture and i told her i would. I ditched the guy before he came on my leg and headed for the bar and grabbed a seat. "Can I get you something?" The bartender asked. I looked up at him and said "Hell yeah! Tequila." A guy took the seat next to me and I silently prayed it wasn't the guy I was just grinding with. I looked over to see Eric Dane. I gave an innocent smile. "Hi." I said, and raised my martini to him in acknowledgment. "I'm Cassiday. And you are..?" "Hey. Eric Dane." He looked at me as if he have expected me to flip. You would get on further down and walk thru'. The train will be packed with commuters and you'll have to push thru', they'll all be looking at your tight clothes clinging to your tight body as you make your way up to me, seeing how your leggings show off your arse and legs, looking at your camel toe and wishing you were theirs. When you find me you'll stand in front of me, close, facing away as if we don't know each other.At first i'll just gently brush against you as the train rocks. Touching. “Night Dawn, I’m outta here!” yells Chrissy from across the room with a wave. “See ya! Be sure and lock up when you leave.” “Concentrate Mike,” I am thinking as I say “Okay” to warn her and I begin to raise the bar. As I do she grabs the bar and lowers her body over me a little bit more to gain some leverage, helping me to get the bar up. The first three go well but as I begin to lower the bar on the fourth rep, I can sense that I am struggling. She readies herself all the more by squatting.