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THE train shuddered, a low rumble beneath my ass, vibrating right up through the thin fabric of my skirt. I liked the feeling... It told me one thing... anything can happen.

My short skirt rode high on my thighs, a deliberate invitation to anyone who was willing to bend me over right here and now, and I got lucky. I caught his eye across the aisle, a flicker of dark interest in the stranger’s gaze. He was older, maybe forty, with a neatly trimmed beard ...