Strangers on the train 2
Marisa and I had returned to our seats, having had our little fun with the young man opposite, when Lisa, the train manager, came round to inspect our tickets. She had already introduced herself to us all over the train's speaker system and sounded like a bonny Scottish lass with a bubbly personality. I was not disappointed: she had long, brunette hair with blonde highlights, and was pleasingly petite and sexy in her Virgin trains outfit – navy skirt and red top. In other circumstances it would...