"Oh, sorry, the fourth floor please; I have an interview," said an admonished Matthew."Do you now?" replied the woman with what could only be describe... as a smirk as she pressed '4' and then '6'.They travelled in silence but Matthew was pleased that the lift moved fast and he mumbled, "Thank you," as he got out on the fourth floor, without looking at the woman.Matthew did not know it yet but the woman was sixty-year-old Penelope Raymond and she was a high-ranking executive in one of the many. Said he has an idea told me that he was only going up to Mugalsarai in this train, form their the TT will change.I agree to do what he says he will accompany me up to Delhi off duty and I will be able to sit in this same compartment without ticket. I was very scared and helpless. He looked at me, 22 yr old girl, scared and without any help. I was wearing a salwaar kurta with dupatta, He placed his hand on mine. I said nothing, I was terrified slowly his hands shifted to my thigh, and then he. Certainly not in a physical sense. He was short, fat and seemed to sport his long, greasy hair with a pride that defied its stringy appearance. I arranged for a private room and two meals; tonight's dinner and tomorrow's breakfast.I found a small table by the fireplace and sat facing the middle of the room. The crowd here didn't look all that rough, but I didn't want to let any opportunistic types come to the opinion that I was an easy mark. To emphasize the point, I sat and played with the. “That’s part of it,” I replied. “I’m going to talk to Fran tonight to see if I can get some insights. I’m not sure I should go directly to Angie without doing that.”“Don’t let it drag too long,” Sandy said. “She may be waiting for you to come talk to her.”“I’m not sure about that,” I said. “She didn’t go to church this morning.”“Did you go knock on her door?”“No. I didn’t want a confrontation or to upset her.”“You don’t know much about girls, do you?”“Obviously not. What did I miss now?”“She.