Pissed

She began to turn towards him, "What the hel..." when the announcement dinged.

"There is a fire on the tracks. The train will be delayed momentarily. Please do not try to open the doors. Please report any injuries to the conductor."

John had been in the city long enough that usually "fire" meant someone found a body on the tracks. And there would be a wait for the police and coroner to show up. At this point, he figured once he got to his station, he may as well wait for the morning train back to work. His weekend was losing more and more ground. A sharp jab to the ribs brought him back to the moment.

"Hey! Hey! What do you think you're doing?" the blond woman said to him, her voice getting just a little louder this time. It wouldn't be longer before she attracted attention.

"Look. I know what this...feels like, and I'm sorry! I can't move!" he said, showing his free hand. He wasn't sure what that would prove, other than he was unarmed? "I promise, as soon as I get a chance, I'll get off you. But I swear I can't do anything right now! Please don't make a scene. Can you move?"

Turning her head as far to the left as she could, she looked at him. There was still a glare in her eye. John noticed they were a pale smokey blue. She pushed at one of the bodies in front of her, trying to move forward. The only results were angry voices telling her to "knock it off" and worse, and for her ass to start wriggling all over John's junk. Which John didn't mind, but also didn't endear him to her. After a few more seconds of twisting and turning, she stopped with a huff. John leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "I honestly am sorry. Just...stop moving and maybe it will go down."

She huffed again. "So it *is* what I think it is. You fucking creep. You get off on this, don't you?" she hissed. At least she was whispering now.

"Yes, being crammed in here like sardines in a stopped, smelly train while I just want to get home. I'm sure that's every man's fantasy." he said sarcastically. He'd hoped her bitchiness would kill his wood, but no luck. She was warm and soft in all the right places. Quickly pulling up his phone, he managed to put it in front of her. "Look," he said, pulling up one of his selfies. "That's me. And this...is my phone number. If you want to press sexual **** charges, go for it. But nobody is reporting anything for a while."

She seemed to relax just a bit. "Are you sure you can't do anything?" she whined.

"I'm in the exact same boat as you." he said. "Well, maybe not *exactly,* but please know I am very sorry for this."

He could feel her relax a little more as she seemed to hiccup. Was that a snicker? John thought. She turned her head again with a sigh. "It's..ok I guess. I'm sure my 'lap dance' didn't do much to help."

John gave a muffled laugh himself. "Well, it's not often I am in so close proximity to a lovely lady." he whispered in his most gallant voice. "May I ask the fair maiden's name?"

"Margaret Berkowicz, and knock it off Gallahad." She whispered back.

"Wow, you don't work for Berkowicz, Hauffman, and Schmidt, do you?"

"By 'work' you mean 'own', then yes." she whispered, puffing up up a little.

John was genuinely impressed. "Wow, your company is a real mover and shaker on Wall Street. The honor is all mine."

She smiled a little. "Thank you. And your name..?"

"John Smith, Marketing."

"Really? 'John Smith' is the best you could come up with?" she said.

"I know, I know. It's awful trying to make a purchase online or buying beer. Everyone assumes it's fake." He pulled out his cell again, and pulled up the phone ID. "See, 'John Smith' right there."

"Wow. Well Mr. Smith, I'm sorry we met under such unusual circumstances. And I apologize. You seem nice, and you never can tell. I've had more than one hobo grab my ass before."

"Well, from what I can tell, it is a very nice ass." he said, then stopped. I just went to far! his mind screamed at him.

She laughed again. Whew! Crisis adverted! he thought. "It's nice to know it's appreciated." she said, giving it a little wiggle.

John groaned. "God, you have to stop or I'm never going to relax!"

She snickered again. "Really? Well now I'm impressed. It's been what, 10 minutes?"

"Seems like it's been longer." he said, wistfully. "Maybe once the train starts moving, we can...Hey. What are you doing?"