It was no use. His eyes kept wandering back to the girl on the table and his cock tented the front of his coveralls. He made sure that she was lying s...ill on the table and saying, ‘What the hell.’ he undid the Velcro and started stroking himself. He recalled the old gamblers adage, ‘If you’ve got a good hand, you don’t need a partner.’ He thought of his girlfriend in Hawaii, but his gaze kept returning to the mass of black hair and the breasts he could make out from his chair. ‘This could be. My hair was blowing in my face and when I looked back to see if he was still standing there he was gone. There was something about this guy that intrigued me. Maybe it was his tall stature, or his designer suit...just something I couldn't quite put my finger on. The doors to the train opened and people pushed their way onto the crowded platform. I made my way onto the packed subway car and found a spot at the back of the train. There were no seats, and there was barely any room to stand. my. I tried to cup her tit with my hand but she pushed it away. Now it was time for me to push back a little."Cindy, I want you to be my girlfriend," I said."I am your girlfriend," she said, a little whimperingly."No, Cindy, I mean a real girlfriend," I said. "I don't mean we have to do everything right away, but you push me away from anything more than a kiss--" Don't you like to kiss?" Sure, but that's not all," I said. "It's just hard to really be boyfriend and girlfriend when you don't trust me. Well, she had never called me. Probably didn't even know my telephone number, which is unlisted.But if she did know the number, I was pretty certain she wouldn't be calling it, anyway.The question was, the next time I called her number, would she talk to me? I mean, had I really done anything so reprehensible? Or was Shirley simply reacting to the fact that I knew too much about her previous life?Maybe it wasn't so much that I knew about it, as it was the fact that I had sought out information.