Same train, same time, same people, same seats. The same motion, rocking me back and forth, so soothing, relaxing me, kicking my shoes off, feeling the power throbbing through the floor.

With my book on my lap and my skirt tucked between my thighs. Rubbing with the movement, through my clothes. Enjoying the feeling, just time for a small one.

Counting the stops, the last one I have enough time. Urgent now, lost in my world, nearly there...

As I sigh and open my eyes, from behind his paper he says, “Good morning. New timetable today, one less stop.”