The Ten Minute Train Fuck
The woman sitting next to me might easily have been a model: mid twenties, blond hair bobbed short, narrow hips, slender figure and the dress she was wearing must have easily cost seven hundred quid. It was obvious something was wrong. Every few minutes she took an iPhone out of her Louis Vuitton handbag and looked at it with a fixed angry glare. Then she pulled out her purse, extracted a piece of paper, a photograph from it and methodically tore it into pieces. "Is something wrong?", I...
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