”When Bob turned away to mix her drink Claire checked out his butt and it looked damn good. She couldn’t help thinking, my goodness, he can’t be...much older than Michael and much younger than the ones she usually takes home. Claire was feeling very naughty. She didn’t know what made her think of Bob this morning. She unbuttoned another button on her blouse to show a little more cleavage and thought, ‘What the hell, I am going for it.’When Bob came back with her drink she leaned forward a little. Now, following a weekend pass with my fellow recruits, I was on my way back to Waiouru on the train, travelling second class, courtesy of the Army, in old, draughty and noisy wooden carriages.When the train stopped at Palmerston North I paid for a cup of tea, which I took back on board to drink. Half an hour later I was asleep, my rolled up greatcoat jammed between the window and the seat back and cushioning my head.I woke from an erotic dream about me and my fiancé, feeling a hand softly. I took a Xanax and grabbed a beer, hoping both would ease my anxiety. When that didn't work, I grabbed another beer and walked outside and sat in one of two cheap plastic chairs I had bought. I had taken up smoking since moving out of Courtney's place and I lit one and smoked it as I took deep breaths to calm myself. "Can I bum one?" I turned and saw a man, hispanic and likely in his forties. He was barefoot, wearing shorts and a T-shirt. "Sure," I said as I handed him the pack. "My name is. Monica focused on Jennifer's body for a few more moments before speaking again, "Well? Don't you?" What?" Jennifer half moaned."Don't you want to see your boyfriend fuck me?", then sucked on her tit some more.I thought that would be it, but to my surprise Jennifer moaned quietly, "Yes..." What?" asked Monica, sounding innocent somehow despite the situation."Yes," Jen said louder with a little bit more firmness."Yes, what?" said Monica again. She was slowly pausing and restarting her.