Her and Mark were like sickening examples of love and joy. I had been moved to the side car of Tina’s life. It sucked.“Why so glum, chum?” Ian s...id coming up to my table.“You are such a fucking dork.” I said.“Dork? Man, you must be out of it if that’s the best come back you have.” Ian said.He sat down and slipped a CD across the table at me.“What’s this?” I asked.“It’s a CD full of old-school Goth music. Try it, you’ll like it.”“Who’s on it?”“You know, The Sisters, Bauhaus, Siouxsie, Fields,. But when I inserted myself back into her, it finally seemed worth it. I wanted to go slow, and not just because I had to contain myself. I tried my hardest to just go in and out, savor her body below mine and look at her pleased face. However, I did have to pump her harder and faster to amplify that look. When I slowed down after that, Emma's hips pumped me faster. When I went faster to catch up, it took some effort to slow back down. No matter how I tried to be slow and steady, something much. As I moved round the car towards the woods I took closer notice of the car I had to pass. Standing against the front passenger door was a tall elegant woman dressed in black leather boots with a heel, skin tight leather look trousers and a well cut black jacket. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulder and you could not help but notice the vibrant red lips on a beautiful face. Her hips were at window height and I could not really see what was happening except that there was topless bloke in. At the next stop a young lady getting of the train further back walks along the platform past our carriage and glances through the window and does a double take and freezes. She stands for a long time watching us in rapt fascination, unable to move as I make eye contact with her. Finally the train starts moving away from the platform and she seems to wake from her trance and turns and walks as quickly as she can away from us. “I hope she enjoyed herself,” I think. There is only one stop left.