I have decided to go home for the holidays, and I don’t want to
drive. I figure taking the train would be a bit different, almost
exciting. I buy my tickets, booking a first class compartment, and
run home to pack.

This is something new for me. I have never ridden the train
before. I get to the station, and the conductor shows me to my
cabin. It appears I will be all alone this trip. The train is
hardly full, and nobody else has come to share my compartment. I
settle in for this 16 hour trip. I won’t get home until noon
tomorrow.

Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. It seems I will have
company after all. I open the door to find the most gorgeous man
I have laid eyes on in recent times. He’s about 6′ tall, dark wavy
hair, trimmed beard and mustache, delightful green eyes, with a
wonderful athletic build. He is wearing a conservative suit, an
carrying a brown leather briefcase. I will enjoy this trip with
this man! But, he has decided to disappoint me. He settles in and
opens his briefcase, taking out some work. We ride along for
several hours like this.

It is now evening, and I go to the dining car. I eat by myself,
noticing the lack of others. The food is great, the wine
wonderful, but there is still something lacking.

When I return to my compartment, I discover my companion has turned
the lights down very low, very seductively. He has changed from
his form-defining suit into a pair of loose casual pants and silk
robe. As I sit down on my side, he moves over and sits next to me.
His cologne is delicious – warm and spicy. My heart begins to race
and pound.

“Sorry for being so stuffy earlier,” he apoligizes, “but I had work
that had to get done. Now, though, I can play…” Normally, I
would laugh in his face for assuming that I would play with him.
He hasn’t said two words to me up until now, and here he is, trying
to seduce me all at once. How dare he!