Last Train home a Plaything for Perverts
The carriage was almost empty as I joined the last train home. I got in and took a seat, not really paying attention to those few passengers in the compartment, I was dead beat, a mixture of tiredness and drink, and a couple of stimulants, which earlier on were stimulating, but now were making me drowsy and detached. The train pulled away from the platform, it would take just over an hour to get to my stop, so I snuggled down and closed my eyes, sleep finally taking over my wracked body, as the...