He was rather muscular. But that’s all I can describe in words about him. Remember how I told you that Jane wanted to flaunt off my sexual side but ... didn’t give her an opportunity? Well that changed on that unfateful day. I didn’t have much clothes to wear that day as I usually did. Reason? Pretty much everything was in the washer or the dryer. So I had to dress up in bright red thongs, a crop top of sorts and some really really loose shorts. They were so loose, I had to pull them up every. If things went south, I didn't want anything to get in the way of action. I just stood in one of the doorways to where I could look up the corridor into the main room. From this vantage point, I couldn't see her, but I could watch the entrance to the room of the exit hallway for his entry.Sure enough, in a very short while I heard the trap door slam down. I started counting seconds until he appeared. That was good to know. In case we were surprised by him coming down unexpectedly, there. Melissa had always been able to wrap every man she had ever met around her little finger. Perhaps it was the dark hair and eyes of her Italian ancestry. She was a knockout, and she knew it. She could get any man to pay attention to her with just a look at him. It didn't hurt that she fastidiously worked her tight body to perfection with daily visits to the gym. She loved showing off. She adored the attention men always seemed to want to provide her with. And yet she despised what they became. 'I turned toward her a little in my seat. I could feel my own face reddening too. I was just about to say something deeply profound to help put her at her ease when my phone started ringing. I made my apologies and answered it. It was my wife saying that the girls had a party to go to that we'd both forgotten about, and that I needed to get them home asap. I turned to Helen, my train temptress. 'I'm sorry, I have to go. Will you be on the train on Monday?' She nodded. 'Then I'll see you then.'I.