There you were, a profoundly beautiful young woman, smiling at yourself in the mirror. It was a funny kind of shock. You never think of yourself this ...ay. You still think of yourself as the girl on the high-school lacrosse team, skinned knees, bruised arms. You think of yourself as the little flute player at marching band camp. You thought of the night you saw yourself in the hallway mirror — the night you gave me your virgin body. This was akin to that moment. Yes, when you saw yourself that. Single mothers."You're not boring at all," Hanson smiled at her."Oh no?" and she smiled back. He noticed she edged closer to him. They watched TV for a few more minutes in silence, but it felt like hours. Leslie adjusted herself on the sofa, again edging even closer. Hanson went for it - leaned in and kiss. The 'fuck it' approach had worked thus far - why not try again?And work it did. They locked mouths, tongues at use immediately. Hanson quickly moved his hands all over her body as they sunk. My train was already on the platform ready to leave in 15 min. I bought a parcel of chicken biryani and got into the train.Since it is monsoon season there are only a few passengers on the train which is entirely ac. So I was one among the 6 people in my coach, all of us got different seat numbers. So from my seat, none can see me and curtains played their part too in shielding me from activities of other people.So the train moved. I wanted to change from my jeans to cotton track pants and full. She knew there was no way out, unless Gary didn’t say anything, and he wasn’t a gossip; he was a respected member of staff. She still felt there was a way out of this still. She knew he was keen on her, maybe a bit of flirting would help him forget this event.Frantically getting changed, she couldn’t find her French knickers anywhere, and gesturing this to Andrew, he just shrugged his shoulders and made facial expressions, that they had to hurry up.Gary looked at Anne as they re-emerged,.