I was sitting at the other end of the coach reading my book. I had finished work early as I had been up since 4am setting up a new system. I was knack...red and trying to stay as motionless as possible in order to try and keep some comfort in the intense heat. My head was stuck in a fantasy novel that I was halfway through. A wizard was about to zap the baddies who had harnessed a dragon.We had pulled into a station and the door opened. I looked up to see the figure of a woman outlined against. I know she didn't want to go down this path, I think she had been resisting stepping on it for a long time and here I was slowly holding her hand and leading her along it and she couldn't resist it any longer but was still not making any moves herself. Evening after evening we sat there touching each others breasts, stroking our fingers in each others hair, kissing each others faces. All the things we had done and accepted we could do, but no more. And yet we both wanted to, but she waited for. I think it was that new position. Thanks for going for it btw.(That night he had suggested a new position that was a bit tough for me and painful too but extreme pleasure)(I turned around, laid on my front lifted from shoulder, face close to his and hands on his shoulder.)Me: Thank the friend who told you that.He: No one told it to me. I saw it.Me: saw it! Where? How can you see…Did you see it in porn!?He: umm…Me: Really Sam, it is disgusting. You are watching so much to remember exact position. Moments pass. 15 audience members sit dazed, suspended in Cineplex purgatory unsure whether to move hips to the strains of pleasant chamber music accompanying text (all tongue strainingly foreign, stew of ill suited verbs & consonants which not only verged on unpronounceable but sped right over the crevice into phonetic farce) or break for the exit then & there. Well aware of such a likelihood several ushers, all in black uniforms & discreetly folded black gloves block the doors, the glow of.