I am a 20 years old college student at Trivandrum and my name is Jinadev.So coming to the story. I met this one woman Reshma in my train while I was t...aveling to my college and we talked about many things as it was a long journey. She was having such a sex bomb figure but her husband was not at all interested in her.I enquired about her sex life. She said that it was pathetic and masturbation was her only source of pleasure (sorry, can’t tell you the whole conversation. I know you guys would be. It’s not that I had time to think about all that in the situation. The police-dude had said ‘sit’ and, even though the screams of my instincts made me hesitate, I didn’t consider not ‘sitting’. In a desperate attempt to act natural and obliging I seated forward on the chair. Too forward. Only half my ass touched the seat. The next few minutes, I can’t clearly remember. I remember using most of my concentration on figuring out whether I should carefully raise my butt from the seat to push myself. As we rode the train our legs touched, I pressed a little and saw the same shy smile in the corner of her mouth and she didn't move her leg away. We approached my stop and I was about to get up to leave when she got up as well. I let her go first but at the door of the train, I motioned for her to go first, once again that smile.I must have walked faster than she did because when I got close to the entrance she was a few meters behind me. This time when our eyes met I held her gaze. she did. Men who won sums of money during the evening were only too willing to expend their winnings on a companion for the night. Those who lost would use what remained in their wallets to forget their losses in a few moments of pleasure with a whore or bottle of alcohol.The only negative item in Boris’s report was that no more Nautch dancing girls had been dispatched from India for over two years.“Is there a dearth of girls suitable for training?” I asked.Boris shook his head. “No, Lillian Skinner has.