My train was already on the platform ready to leave in 15 min. I bought a parcel of chicken biryani and got into the train.Since it is monsoon season ...here are only a few passengers on the train which is entirely ac. So I was one among the 6 people in my coach, all of us got different seat numbers. So from my seat, none can see me and curtains played their part too in shielding me from activities of other people.So the train moved. I wanted to change from my jeans to cotton track pants and full. The trunk on which Livia Cuxena would be crucified was not cut straight across the top. The construction is not easy to explain in words. For about a foot from the top of the weathered post, the front six inches of the wood had been chiselled out. Or, to put it another way, there was a horizontal cut across the post a foot below the top, six inches deep, and from there up the post was only six inches thick. It was on that flat, six-inch ledge that the hurt-beam (itself six inches thick) would. The second he's out I'm gonna be tapping that slut." I stopped, grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "What the fuck did you just say?" "What’s it to you?" "You know damn well what it is to me." "Dude, I don't give a fuck that you like that piece of ass." His words became slow and deliberate. "I’m going to fuck that bitch and make her moan and cum like the whore she is". By this point, my group of friends had noticed what was happening and Joey, Alex and Nick were able to grab my arm before. The drinks were flowing like water from a fountain, scotch and water for the men, and champagne or other feminine drinks for the ladies. I started up a casual conversation with a couple that seemed to be somewhat out of place. The had been mulling around the outskirts of the crowd, keeping quite to themselves, which had to be almost impossible, the woman was stunningly beautiful wearing a deep cut cocktails dress that exposed most of her cleavage, most of her breasts and dipped to below her.