“Don’t move.”“Jesus, where the hell have you—““Shut up. I said, don’t move. Don’t turn around.”He pulled her left hand behind ar...und behind her back and firmly held it in place. He nestled closer. She could feel the hard-on in his pants. It made her smile.“Did you do what I asked?” he said.“Yes.”“Good. Now do exactly as I say.”“OK.”“Spread your legs.”“What--?”“Do it.”She looked around the train. The other passengers were oblivious, wrapped up in their own worlds.She shifted her weight. "I'm walking a little funny." Oh it wasn't that bad!" Katrina was giggling."Yeah," my brother widened his eyes. "It was that bad." Poor baby," I shook my head, teasing him."But I do like it," my brother said seriously. "I mean, I love Cheryl anyway, but having her tell me what to do ... Even the threats and stuff ... I don't know. I like it. It's so different than anything else." Did you tell Cheryl that?" I tried, but..." he shrugged. "She thinks I've been having sex with every girl I know.". I guess she may have been feeling cold. It was extremely appropriately fitting her with a white legging extremely fitting again.She had those really white pair of feet beautifully pedicured and painted light blue with toe-rings. She was married. But how did it matter to just enjoy the beauty? From where I could see, I guessed she must be around 36- 34-38. Couldn’t be very sure, of course not about her cups since she had a stoll on.I just kept gaping at her and suddenly my stop came and I had to. But two things sped that process up. The first was that the funding was already there, and contractors could be told to begin work as soon as possible. The second was that, until that structure was completed, all of us were crammed in what had seemed like a fairly large house, before Kat and I got married. Now, with four adults, a child in his terrible twos, and a brand new baby in the house, the pressure to make progress was always there.In some ways, though, it was easier, with all of us.