The berth of an affair....

I was really angry and really frustrated. After weeks of flirting with Motorcycle Man, he turned out to be the sort who cannot keep his thing in his pants. And just when I thought that perhaps Ticket Checker would save my evening from being spoilt… he turned out to be a PE (premature ejaculator) too! If anything irritates me more than an over-eager lover, it's a lover who revs my motor and then goes and shoots… his mouth, early.

After clanging the door shut on Ticket Checker, I took a rickshaw back home. I was thinking of self-gratification when I noticed I had a letter… from Delhi. It was the interview call I had been waiting for, a call centre job in the capital of the country. I had already had a fight with my parents about going to a "big city"; they thought it would spoil me. Well! I assured them that I would never let them down and would always be there little, good girl. Three days later, I was on a train to Delhi. It was an 18-hour, overnight journey and my Daddy was sending me in AC-2. He said that the start of my new life "on my own two feet" should be comfortable. After all, according to Daddy, I was going to Delhi to make a name for myself.

I got a side-upper berth and was trying to push my two suitcases under the seat, when I found a pen rolled under the seat. As I bent to retrieve it, someone tried to push past me and I fell, face first, onto the seat. I turned around to give the rude person a piece of my mind… and found myself staring into the greatest piece of, posterior, I had seen in a while, with a great pair of legs to go with it too! Tan slip-ons, white tennis shorts – which initially I found funny, but then I realized it was an Army man – close-cropped hair, a Lacoste tee shirt and Rayban Aviators perched on his head. He was looking at me with faint amusement as I looked up at him, half lying, half sitting on the lower berth, holding the pen in my hand.

"That's mine," he said, pointing to the pen, and his voice was very deep.
"Finders, keepers," I said, wanting him to keep talking.
He just bent and suddenly caught my wrist in his hand.
"What are you doing?" I asked, surprised.
"Finders, keepers," he replied, "You're on my seat."
To be continued...