That part pissed me off, my husband could hardly take his eyes off her as she danced in front of us. Then he started to smile at her, and flirt in his...own little way. Her husband, ‘Tyler’ was a good six foot four, and built like an athlete. Just a very average looking guy. Tyler was used to his wife being the center of attention whenever they went out. She reminded me of a professional dancer, the way her body moved and slowly twisted, so fluidly. God, she even made me, drool. I kept at my. The doors of the train remained open for a while - sensors had detected a frail old lady descending the stairs and held the train in place until she reached the platform - and while she was inching her way onto the train I let my gaze wander around the carriage.Infoscreens were positioned on either side of the carriage doors and whilst I normally ignored them, tonight my boredom made me more aware of the content of the commercials playing on them. It seemed that a new company called. We arrived at the festival grounds shortly after and without any more incidents. By that stage, I had recovered my composure as well and started to think of the festival. The festival was renowned for its food, drink and above all gorgeous woman that were caught up in the mood and dressed almost like their more famous counterparts in the Rio carnival in Brazil . The moment we got out of the jeep, we were caught up in the throng of bodies surging towards the main parade. Louis grabbed my arm. Even if she didn't get caught today, I knew that she'd come back tomorrow, and the next day, and so on. And eventually, we would be caught!"Oh, Patty!" I whispered. "I appreciate you coming here... really I do! But you could get me in real trouble. What would your parents think if they found a guy in your bed with his head between your legs?" They wouldn't think anything of it if we were married," Patty said, wiping a tear that was starting in one of her eyes."But we aren't married!" I said..