She showed the piece of paper to one of the guards, who pointed her toward the front of the train. Unsurprisingly, based on my observations, she had b...en standing at the wrong section of the train, and had been ushered to first class. I watched her as she picked up her bags, turned briefly toward me and caught my eye. Our mutual gaze probably lasted less than two seconds, but it was enough for me to feel like I had been busted. She smiled to herself and walked away, while I observed her hips. She gave me directions to her apartment and told me to bring a pint of whiskey. Here I went, Jim Bean, brown-bagged, in hand, to her apartment, which was a glorified dorm room on campus. I hadn’t ever seen her before and this was in the day before Facebook, so I was somewhat nervous about what would answer the door. I figured that if the door opened and I was confronted by a horrifyingly hideous creature, I could simply walk away. After all, it wasn’t as if I knew her or had to work or go to. I decided to call in on old Miss Tomlinson my old retired schoolteacher, she and I finished school the same year; I at 16 and she at 65 that was 12 years ago.Why I decided to call in on her I have no idea still. Sure I saw her in her garden and waved as I passed her house on numerous occasions, but never once stopped.I thought that for once I would get into the knickers of Beth, that's my lady friend's name. As usual I was rejected and so I drank more than I should have. When I was halfway home. Suzy and I were facing each other and Mark's arm was around me. Suzy gave me a quick kiss goodnight, and the last thing I remember before dozing off was Mark's big hand holding one of my tits.We slept in the next morning, and then Mark and I went down the hall to his bedroom to shower and dress for breakfast. I found my clothes for this morning laid out on the bed. I dressed in tight jeans, heels, matching black panties and open cupped shelf bra and a sheer white blouse. I put on extra heavy.