Strangers on a train
It's 6:30 and I'm on the subway, heading home. I'm in a seat, something I never do, and the train is very crowded. A woman squeezes through the crowd, stopping in front of me. As I am sitting, I see her from the waist down. She's wearing a white button down shirt tucked into a skirt, that ends a few inches above the knee. She's also wearing an overcoat of some kind and sheer hose on her long, gorgeous legs. Heels, of course, to accentuate the stellar shape to those lovely stems. I rise and,...