Hard Choice

John walked up to her and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "As much as council's expertise has been uplifting and enlightening, your client has irreconcilable commitments this evening." he smiled at her. "However," he continued, seeing the hint of disappointment in her face, "I will be sure to seek further sessions in the future."

She smiled. Then suddenly she grabbed his ass and pulled his head to hers. John was entirely shocked as her tongue snaked it's way into her mouth, as she gave a passionate, soul draining kiss. Her hips ground into him for a moment, then she broke away. "My client is welcome in my...office... anytime."

John was amazed he could still be shocked at this point, as he gave a stunned "Uhhh." as she turned around and left onto the station landing.

After the doors closed, he found an empty seat and weakly sat down next to an elderly couple. He just stared forward when the lady of the couple turned to him. "Is that your girlfriend?"

John's head snapped around and blinked for a moment. "Umm...I'm sorry?"

"That lovely young blond lady that just left. Is she your girlfriend?"

It welled up out of nowhere and John gave a loud laugh. "Honestly Ma'am, I'm not sure."

She smiled back, "That's lovely. Are you two the ones that did the deed earlier?"

John's amused chuckle suddenly went into a coughing fit as he felt himself blush.

"Oh don't worry about it. I didn't see anything." she cackled. The man next to her piped up.

"Martha, leave the poor boy alone."

"You hush Fred! I just feel like they made a good couple."

John had managed to regain his composure. "I'm not sure what you mean."

Martha looked at him and winked. "The eyes aren't the only senses a person has!" She tapped her nose knowingly. "That's OK, dear. The mister and I like to do the same thing back in the day. Doesn't happen too often now days, but we like to enjoy a good train ride now and then."

John then noticed they had an old brown blanket draped over their laps. Her right arm went under and he could see some movements on Fred's side, right where...his...

The laughter welled up again in him, as Fred and Martha chuckled with him.

The train finally arrived at his stop. He bid the couple goodbye and exited the scene of a very weird afternoon. His apartment was close enough to the train station that it was only a 15 minute walk. Not the best situation when the weather got bad, but it kept him from needing to own a car. It didn't take long for him to get home, and the impending rain had already passed, leaving the streets wet and the scent of decaying leaves hanging heavy in the air. Early fall in the city. Not bad, even if it was in the boroughs. He looked at his phone. 8:30 and no time to hit the gym. He would have sighed in disappointment, if he hadn't been balls deep in a stranger this afternoon. That had left him in a much better mood than when he started home earlier.

With a spring in his step, he saw his complex, and noted a moving van in front of the building's entrance. "Hmm. New neighbor?" he noted before going inside. For a 6 floor walk-up, it wasn't bad. At least not a dilapidated antique like in Manhattan. And no way he could afford some hi rise on the island. This worked, it was quiet, and the commute was only mildly annoying. Well, that and the fact his apartment was on the 6th floor.

As he got his keys ready, the door across the hall popped open. The back of a large, cursing man filled it as it appeared he was struggling with something.

"Bill?" John said.

Bill turned around still swearing. "Motherfucking piece of shi...Oh, hey John! Great timing! Can you help me with this cocksucking couch?"

John put his stuff down inside the door. "Sure Bill. What's up?" Then he made the connection. "Oh shit, is that your Moving van down there?"

"Yep, got bumped up last week and the company is paying to move me to Sweden." he said, grinning proudly.

"That's awesome! Congrats, but I have to say, it sucks to see you go." After the Patriots last Superbowl win, the noise from their respective parties had led to a "merging." After the guests had left, they helped each other with the clean up, becoming friends in the process.

Bill just scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, same here man. Hey, maybe I'll get you up to Sweden sometime, introduce you to the Swedish Bikini Team!" They both laughed at that. "Anyway, Beez said if I can get out today, I don't have to worry about clean up. He's got new tenants lined up and they want to move in tomorrow. He's going to give me my deductible back in full, no questions!" Beez, short for Beezlebub, the pet name they gave to their landlord, *never* refunded anything.

"Well, that's weird. Wonder who he has lined up?" John said.

"Dunno, Don't care. Just need to get this FUCKING couch out of here and a few more boxes and I'm done."

"Alright alright. Let me get on the other side and help you out."

It took them the better part of an hour to get the couch out the door and down the stairs. It didn't help that they would break down into laughter as John yelled "PIVOT" when things got tight. But once that was done, the rest came easy and quickly.

They sat on the back bumper and enjoyed some beer that they managed to scrounge up. John related his subway encounter, which Bill was calling bullshit on every few seconds. Things quieted, and John stated again, "Hate to see you go, dude."

"Yeah, but things change all the time. Just gotta roll with it or fight it tooth and nail. This? This is a rolling situation. Sounds like you are an expert doing that Mr. Subway."

John laughed as they clinked bottles together. "Alright, got to get this rig moving to storage. Keep me up on the new neighbors. And if they are hot women, I'm coming back!" Bill said, pitching the bottle into a nearby dumpster.

"You are more than welcome, Bud." They shook hands as Bill got into the van and drove off. John stood there for a moment, thoughtfully. Then feeling the weariness of the day settle upon him, went home and went to bed.

The next morning John was ripped out of sleep with the sound of a huge crash.