A while ago when I was trying to figure out why Abby suddenly hated my gut I researched finding tiny facts like teens often acted more adult then they...were so...So...I don't know, I was always ok with kids never knew what the hell to say and they were never interested in talking.This was way too important because Deliah said she would send the money to my bank account if I get her daughter's approval or whatever...no idea if Lily knew about this but yeah if I fuck this off I won't even get. My closest neighbor was an elderly woman who was very much like my grandmother who I checked on regularly to make sure she was alright, she recently lost her husband after 58 years of marriage and enjoyed the company. On one visit I was greeted at the door by a woman in her mid fifties who identified herself as Rose, asking what she could do for me, I informed her I was Clare’s neighbor Mike who often checked in on her. Oh that’s nice, I’m Rose, I will be spending nights with Clare , her. Round and round in her mind she had gone over every minute detail, hungrily picking each last scrap from her memory.She wondered how a girl could enjoy submitting to what she had seen last night. She sure as hell wouldn't! Or would she? At one point she dreamt of herself secured for a flogging with the lash eating into her body many times and the pain she was in. Far worse than the pain was the awful loneliness and she woke from that dream feeling more depressed than she could ever. Nothing unusual there. Everyone just wants to get home. Including me.The train doors close and the carriage begins to move. As I’m facing towards the back of the train I fall forwards towards Prick. It takes me by surprise and I raise my hand up to steady myself, placing my hand in his stomach by accident.“Oh, I’m so sorry” I say but he doesn’t even flinch. What a prick.The journey continues a little longer and there is another sudden lurch from the carriage and I fall forwards again, this time.