“Well, when such wholesome source of addiction is in front of you, what is the need of any form of alcohol? I do not want to miss any of your feelin... under influence of alcohol. I want to feel every part of you body tonight.?Then he purposefully poured the whole bottle of orange juice on Sangeeta’s forehead holding her around her waist. She closed her eyes with a soft moan and a formal resistance.The orange juice flowed from her forehead, to her nose on to her lips, her chin, her long neck, on. I was on a train from Timisoara, Romania, to Bucharest. The train was in reasonably good repair and fairly comfortable, but took nearly twelve hours to make a trip that could be covered in much less time in more developed countries.The compartment in which I found myself was full when we left Timisoara, but gradually emptied until there was only an older woman, who might have been around my age, a young girl whom I guessed to be in her late teens or early twenties and a boy who appeared to be. “Do you know where McHenry and Cox live?” I asked.“Of course, I’ve been to their homes many times for social engagements and meetings,” he told me in a voice still not believing what he had heard.“We need to round those two up before they leave the city, are shot by their own people, or kill themselves,” I told him to a look of surprise.“I’ll drive,” Trish immediately volunteered, as I looked around to determine who to take with me. My eyes fell on Luther.“Luther, you stay here in charge.. I could feel the pleats of my tartan skirt separate as my mystery assailant's hand was working its way between my thighs, sliding along my stockings, working its way up towards my black lace knickers. I had to spread my legs to steady myself in the rocking train; the hand was making the most of the easy access, working slowly up towards its target.I gasped slightly as a finger brushed my damp gusset. I could not believe how aroused I was at this public, but discreet, anonymous violation. A.