I brought books and used them as shields. Mark Twain would keep me preoccupied until the crowds had gone and it was just me and the night and the empt... tunnels of the subway.Until that night.It was a Saturday. I got a seat next to the door and tried to hide behind my book, but the noise of the crowd sometimes distracted me; snatches of conversations, laughter. I looked up once and saw a young couple kissing as they boarded, and I'm afraid I cried a little.As my eyes slid back to my book, I saw. “Could I use yours?” “Of course,” Mani smiled. “My secretary will help you.” While in the copy room with Mani’s secretary Padma did a little recon work and learned that not only was the secretary a lonely woman, but that she had also been oft mistreated by the men in her life. It occurred to Padma that now was the perfect time to use the new Sapphic vocabulary Aalia taught her to make her first convert to girl-on-girl action. While Padma was thus occupied, Aalia entered Mani’s office claiming. It wasn’t Christmas yet but had to “unwrap” you!I laid back down next to you and kissed you. I kissed the side of your face and your neck. You were wearing a t shirt. Slid my hands under it and ran my fingertips up your sides. You straightened your arms out. With my arms inside your shirt I slide it off over your head and outstretched arms. I was moving slowly, kissing and licking your upper body as the shirt worked its way over your arms. Then I moved down to your pants. You were. So I was okay under the law. But did I want to?The $300 spoke. “It’s a gig. Take it.” If I can get enough money together I can stop renting and own our little Idle Park home.I had to tell Fran. She was uneasy but said it seems safe. “Tell him yes.”I called back. “Monday I will be in the lobby at noon reading a book with a red cover.”Monday came. I dressed nicely. No panties but I did wear a bra. I was in the lobby at 11:50. I found a place to sit and waited people watching. Ah, here he is..