She had a long term pass but I had to buy one, and feeling all the eyes looking at us made me clumsy. I dropped my credit card when I pulled it out of...my wallet, and we bent down together to pick it up. Face to face as we bent down, she smiled and my discomfort faded once again. Putting me at ease with a simple smile. No woman had ever done that to me before.Once aboard the train she told me her plan. "I told you that we were going to play it my way, so here it is. Ever since the first time I. It must be instinctual, David thought. How should he touch her? After a brief personal debate, he tweaked a nipple as it bounced temptingly, which caused his mother's rhythm to falter. Would she tell him to leave? Then he realized she might not have noticed his touch. She was, after all, quite involved, so he moved to her ear and whispered, "Good morning."She smiled widely. "Yes! I'm happy you're here." Yeah, me, too," Hank said as he threw his hips up at her.Sexy, David thought as he felt his. Also partly in fear at what her future held. Her story was typical of the Terminal slave. She believed with her whole heart that someone else was at fault for her being there. She had merely gone along with her boyfriend the day he shot and killed the clerk at the gas station. Sure, she’d spent some of the $250 he obtained from the robbery, but she was high at the time so it wasn’t her fault and it wasn’t as if SHE’D pulled the trigger!Now she was a terminal slave because someone that didn’t. Her mind was racing, attempting to process what their night meant. But she was doing everything she could to avoid it, anything to keep her hands busy. In truth, she wasn't even hungry.Their situation was so unique; his not leaving in the night left options. What if everything was a one-and-done? She didn't even know him or anything about him. Did she want to do anything else with him? Finally, she made herself busy with her hands to quiet her mind and prepared ingredients for a giant omelet..