Lustful in London
I was just twenty when I met Marcus. A two hour train journey to London, we sat opposite each other with just the customary formica covered table separating us. I caught his eye a few times but disregarded the visual union as he was just an old man - older than my Father - yet like my dad smart, well groomed and stylishly dressed - for his age. My attention was for the first hour confined to the silly magazine I'd been daft enough to pay three pounds for but now, getting somewhat bored...
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