It was a below average Friday. Work was thoroughly depressing because you got yelled at by one of your co-workers and the whole office heard. You found the whole incident particularly unacceptable given the fact that she was in the wrong anyhow and your boss sided with her. On top of that you got accused of making a customer’s life more difficult even though you had never had contact with that customer.

“It would be a great night for a martini, a movie …” you thought to yourself, “… and maybe my rabbit to help take the stress away.”

You got a quick sense of heat penetrate your nether regions at the thought of your favorite toy. It’s not quite as good as the real thing, but when you need to get something done, it does the job as long as you want it! Picturing the evening ahead gets your mind off of work and onto an enticing evening by yourself.

Unfortunately, however you still have to take the 1hr long subway ride to get home. Your dreaming about the evening carry’s you to your seat on the subway. You manage to make your way there without thinking – having taken that route so many times before. When you stop day-dreaming, you find yourself sitting on an inordinately empty subway for the commute home on a Friday. Certainly there are plenty of people about, but most of them have a seat save for a few who probably prefer to stand anyway. You’ve managed to procure the last seat on the car – where there is a divider wall in front of you, one seat open to your right, and two occupied seats to your left across the aisle. The dirty looking teenager by the window in the far left seat is napping on the window, and the old woman next to him has her nose buried in a book. There is a man standing in the aisle just in front of you, supporting himself on the two partitions that block off those last two rows of seats in which you now find yourself. In front of him are the occupied seats for elders and disabled, then the doors – one one either side of the car – and finally the rest of the car stretches out in front of you. It appears the seats are mostly full with a few people standing, but you find it hard to see everyone since you are on the other side of the partition, and you assume that they have the same trouble seeing you.

As your eyes return to your location and better take stock of your own surroundings, you take new notice of the man standing before you. A strapping business man with a slight cleft in his chin and somewhat long brown hair tied back into a short, curly pony tail. He is sharply and artistically dressed with a black shirt under an expensive ash gray suit he stands with his hips and shoulders facing your direction more than the direction of the teenager and old lady, but he’s not all together facing right at you either. You scan his person starting at his neatly shined shoes and working your eyes up the beautifully formed suit to his v-shaped torso. As your gaze reaches its peak at his face, your eyes catch his and you know that he’s seen you checking him out. You got just a flash of his hazel-brown eyes just before you turned your head and tried to hide your slight blush in knowing that you had been discovered.

You suddenly feel a need to take stock of your own self – adjusting your black skirt, pulling it up a little to show off your perfectly developed lower stems.